When you wrote, it was late evening on Christmas day. As I type this, it’s just after five in the morning on the 26th. I’m up because I must go to work. The sunny, flip side of that observation of course is that I’m blessed with gainful employment.
Merry Christmas, TOL. Love your new “pistol.”
In the 0bama-nation, that is an oxymoron.
Wish you and your family were here to fire it, my dear friend.
I shot off a couple of rounds from the back deck into our dirt backstop, and I can tell you that it is sweeeet! Those .45 long Colts are really cool, but the pistol doesn’t kick much.