Tuesday, January 09, 2018

No Fate But What We Make

So, with Sunday being the final day of the class, I knew we'd be shooting the scored qualifier. For a change of pace, I field-stripped my carry Gen4 Glock 19 in the hotel room Saturday night and used a patch and some FP-10 from my range bag to wipe off the worst of the cack inside the gun. I didn't want to be clearing a malf on the clock*, and cleaning and lubing the gun couldn't hurt.

Setting out from the hotel to BDC Gun Room, I figured that I could just go ahead and leave the range bag in the hotel room that morning.

You know what else was in the range bag, other than cleaning supplies? My gloves.

Simunition rounds on the bare hands hurt.