He seemed surprised by this, which caught me off guard, until I remembered that he'd probably only ever been shooting with friends and peers at the range or at gun school, and had never been shackled to a counter at a gun store or a table at a gun show and forced to deal with the hoi polloi at Copenhagen halitosis range. I therefore felt it necessary to point out that:
"I can tell you from personal experience that any Cletus unwilling to shell out more than a buck-and-a-half for a pistol is going to hand down his solitary loaded magazine of dollar-a-pop holler points like they were the frickin' family silver."Seriously, ammunition manufacturers are missing out on servicing this lucrative market by not offering garishly painted JHPs with dangerous-sounding names in ten-round blister packs. I'm not kidding when I say that I've seen Cletus and his buddy Jasper go in halfsies on a box o' them there Hydro Shocks, 'cause you want some good stuff to put in your new gun after you leave the range.
If you're on a low budget, and Lord knows I've been there as often as not, I truly believe you're better off with ball ammo that you know runs in your low-budget heater than some brand of sooper dooper JHP that you've never even function-checked in your gat.