Monday, November 17, 2008

In Praise of the P3AT...

What other handgun could you have in the pocket of a pair of sweatpants and forget it's there?

That is all.
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3 comments:

Weer'd Beard said...

I hope you didn't remember when the washing machine was making a funny noise.

BTW did you get the email I sent you?

maybe we should get together next weekend?

November 18, 2008 at 6:13 AM
Anonymous said...

People laugh at the .380 as a self-defence cartridge, but most of them are thinking in terms of a 25 yard target pistol. Up close and personal it will do the job; especially if unloaded six times into center mass using flat-nosed soft-point ammo.
emdfl

And my wife is lusting after mine because she discovered that she can clip on the waistline of her sweat suit; oh sh** I'm going to have to buyanother one.

November 18, 2008 at 7:29 AM
Jay G said...

weer'd,

No, fortunately, I remembered to take it out before the pants hit the washer.

I learned my lesson the hard way, when Mrs. G. washed one of my jackets for me and fished out three .22lr rounds from the bottom of the washer...

As for getting together, this coming weekend is full up, but the weekend after (the weekend after Turkey Day) is open...

Let me know!

emdfl,

Exactly. As long as you know the limitations of the pistol, it's fine. You're not going to be dropping goblins at 25 yards, but at contact distances it'll get the job done.

A hot .380 hollowpoint is about the minimum I'll trust my life to, but I will trust it...

I like the P3AT so much I've been thinking of picking up the P11 or P9 as a larger, more potent version. Problem is, in MA that's a lot harder than it sounds.

Have I mentioned lately that I hate this state?

November 18, 2008 at 8:44 AM

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