Well Saturday afternoon I am out sweatin’ in the garage helping my wife clean up the mess we have when a friend from my early shooting days calls up. Says he is coming down with buddy and thinking of shooting the match, I should come along. Tell him I can’t cause I am short on gear, he says “taken care of”. Finish off the garage, which I must say is a big improvement from what it was, and get what I got ready for the match.
Meet up Sunday morning, saying my hellos, and there is my buddy. Big smile, big handshake. We chat it up a bit and he hands me a gun ( an old Don Fisher custom 1911 ), mags and ammo; says we are signed up and ready to go.
Awesome day. A lot of laughs at our bad shooting, watching him learn how to use a palm (stagescore) for scoring was too funny. Getting a chance to compete again after my time away was great. It came back to me pretty well. My shooting was good, I shot only 5 Ds for the six stages with no misses or penalties. My movement while not speedy was decent. No real missteps, hit all my reloads, two malfunctions which I will blame on my friend.
I ended up winning single stack division by about 12% and came in 8th overall at 72% of the limited and open division winners.
Pretty awesome day. I was hot, tired and sore from cleaning the day before. But it was great.
OK, been sitting here thinking about the day’s shooting and the feeling I had.
I remember walking through each of my plans. My friend would ask and we would go over the steps, the target order, the reloads. On my pre shoot routine, I can remember seating the mag and engaging the thumbsafety as this was different from shooting production division. I remember seeing the serrations on the front sight and the unusual glare on it. Later I noticed it was a ramped from sight. ahha. I do not remember the reloads. On reflection I only noticed two. One where the last round in the mag hadn’t fed properly and was hanging up under the extractor. The second where the round was slightly out of position when it entered the magwell preventing the mag from seating. So my awareness was in the moment as I remember seeing those and I still see the picture of them but the 15 or so other reloads I do not remember, or I remember them as effortless and so of no significance. I do not remember the feeling of recoil, but do remember seeing the sight lift; maybe it was the glare on the sight that made that memorable, I have a movie in my head of the sight lifting and resetting.
Nothing felt blazing fast, but nothing faltered either. I only won one stage in single stack, but had no misses for the day.