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Exactly my point. $600 for a USED 20 YEAR OLD 9mm 8 round handgun is too rich for my blood. I don’t care if it is “like new” condition. It is a really cool little gun though. I really came close to buying one a few years ago. But the salesman just didn’t have a crow bar big enough to pry open my wallet. The asking price was about $800-900, iirc.

Can you explain to me why you sold a P7M8 for 1200 so you could buy two P7s for 600 each? The P7m8 has an american style mag release button AND a heat shield so you don’t have to worry about the overheating. I don’t understand your logic whatsoever.

I do not believe a 1-7/8” barrel snubby revolver has accuracy equal to a long long barreled revolver. I don’t care what the sights are. I agree with your statement to a point. But not for 1-7/8” barrels. Those little lightweight J-frame snubbies are notoriously inaccurate. So was my old 3” bbl 45 colt. And I don’t care what the sight radius on that little colt is. You could take the sights off completely and it wouldn’t hurt the accuracy any.

I just had a memory flashback from when I was a kid. My grandfather had a very old italian made (or was it spanish?) semi auto pistol that fired 380 rounds, or possibly 9mm, I don’t remember. That thing was really cool to look at but it was a total piece of junk. I can’t exactly remember what it looked like, but it seems like it was a miniature version of a 1911 colt, with some features that reminded me of a james bond 007 walther. The bullet traveled so slow that you could watch it all the way to the target. And you could actually SEE the slug tumble as it flew. I suppose part of the problem could’ve been that he was using 30-40 year old ammo coverd in green fuzz. Ole gramps had lotsa shoe boxes full of that funny green fuzzy/crusty ammo. He had a strange philosophy towards firearms. He didn’t clean them. He considered them disposable. He believed in quantity, not quality. There were crusty old firearms all over the place at his house. He had them in his trunk, in his glovebox, in his tackle box, his tool box, under the kitchen sink, under the matress, in the attic, the basement, the garage, the shed, in his golf club bag...everywhere. The only place he didn’t have a firearm was in his pocket. His favorite handgun was a little nickle plated 5 shot 38 top break revolver that he inherited from his dad. I have that revolver now. THat thing is a total piece of junk. I’d be scared to shoot it. There’s no rifling left in it. the firing pin is bent, and the cylinder doesn’t always stop when you cock it. Sometimes the cylinder skips a chamber when you cock it...YIKES.

And all his firearms were always loaded, with one in the chamber. Years after grandma died, I got a few laughs out of the reactions of his lady friends that accidentally discovered a firearm here and there in the house. Finally, he married one of them. And her nephew was over visiting one day. Keep in mind that gramps was well into his eighties by then, so the nephew was past retirement age. The nephew accidentally found a firearm hidden in the living room and the idiot picked it up and pulled the trigger. He shot a hole right through the ceiling. Grampa made him patch the ceiling...PERSONALLY. That was really funny. A sixty plus year old retired man that doesn’t know a thing about manual labor was up on a ladder with plaster getting scolded all the while by grampa. It was like I was watching grampa making me(or one of my cousins) do something for him (as punishment) at age 12 or 14, except the person he was scolding was an old man I never met.

Grampa’s been gone 10 years now. I do miss him.

Oh, the memories.

Boy did I get off on a tangent this time.