Why I'm here.

I grew up in a somewhat liberal, extremely pacifist household in the equally liberal Washington state. I had some good friends who introduced me to the errors of my upbringing. Guns (any weapons really) were a forbidden topic in my house, so when I was first introduced to shooting sports I fell in love- kind of a forbidden fruit thing I think. My mother still wonders where she went so wrong.
Because of my upbringing, and my poverty in college, I am not your average gun guy. Most “gun people” buy a gun and it stays in the family, passed on through generations when the owner goes to their heavenly reward. I, on the other hand, go through guns like they were work pants. I get bored, or I look too close, or I shoot them till I don’t like them anymore. Over the past five years I have bought, shot, and sold or traded More than 50 firearms. Along the way I have learned TONS, established opinions, and had a great time. Now some will ask, “Why” ? It all comes down to a deal I made with my incredibly beautiful, and patient wife. When we were first engaged we talked about lots of important things in great detail, and one of those was firearms. She knew I liked guns and enjoyed shooting (though at the time neither of us had any idea how big this would become). She was worried about having hundreds of guns strewn everywhere around the house. We set a four gun limit at any given time. Over the years that deal has been revisited and modified, but the rule made me sell a gun before I could get a new one. It also has led me to play with a ton of platforms and a ton of accessories. This review blog is based on the experience gathered along the way. I have also figured out how to self-fund my gun addiction. In our house “gun money” is a separate entity, though I have on occasion used it to spoil my wife. “Gun money” is money made from a gun sale that is used for buying another gun or ammo. (Gun money also magically accumulates when I let my wife pick our sons names). Guns have become a real investment to mee, they hold their value very well. I have made a lot of additional “gun money” along the way. My addiction started with a $550 initial investment and has grown to around $15,000 in guns, and around $8000 in ammo (though little of that is left) in the course of five years.

 
 
The Glock 34 (9mm competition model)


I was now a “shooter” and every “shooter” needs a Glock, or so I thought. I also liked the idea of an extended sight radius and the better trigger, plus the hole in the front of the slide looked cool. I put some skate board tape on the grip and bought a holster and extra mags and some mag holsters for it, and I set out to do an IDPA match with it. At this point I had never before owned a pistol of any kind, I had only ever shot one maybe twice, and I had never hit a target more than 10 feet away with a pistol, so my first shooting trip and first competition with it didn’t go well. Like, really not good, at all. I beat two people out of the 89 shooters that day, and I can’t be sure that wasn’t because the left early, but despite my abysmal display of marksmanship, I had a great time. The competition taught me how to move and a basic stance. The other guys on my squad were amazing to me and helped me with grip and reloads. They all couldn’t have been nicer. After the match I got down to business and shot the crap out if the Glock. I did several other competitions with it improving each and every time. It was the gun that popped my cherry. As for the pistol, it was not as reliable as everyone says Glocks are. In the year and a half I had it, it had 8-10 weak primer strikes with it and probably 20 fte’s that is out of 3000+ rounds, but I thought it would have been better. I did in the end sell it when I saw a wanted ad for the exact model offering $150 more than what I bought it for, and it was too good to pass up.
THE GOOD:
I love a lightened Glock trigger, the reset is great, the safety is idiot proof, and the pull is consistent.
The 34’s weight and balance is really good.
I like the adjustable rear sight. Dot sights are my preference, but being able to fine tune is really nice.
It was quite accurate even if I was not.
THE BAD:
On extended range visits the trigger safety would rub my finger raw.
I don’t like the grip angle of the Glock series of pistols.
The mags fed great but would not drop free. Most of the time, all it needed was a good shake, but it was one more step.
This thing is long, thick and heavy. Not a CCW gun (though I tried a bunch)
FINAL THOUGHTS:
I liked the skate board tape but now I stipple I like the permanence better.
The bianche black widow is a very comfortable holster, but it is not good for competition. (Too hard to holster)
I really like the blade tech holster for most everything. It holds secure and let’s go great. I had some kidex off brand mag holders I wish I had not let go with the gun, not sure of the make but I really liked them.
 I installed an aftermarket trigger link, it rocked.
 The Glock was a really good gun all in all; I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend it to anyone, but maybe not as a first pistol.
FUNNY STORRY:
I was living in a ghetto area in an apartment, my wife and I had just gotten married and from time to time druggies would break into homes in the area, usually late at night. I was always careful, but one day around 330am I was awoken to the sound of someone knocking on the door. My neighbor had just been assaulted in his driveway days earlier so nervously I grabbed my glock and a mag full of hollow points loaded it and approached the door. I yelled who is it two or three times, with no response, then flung the door open gun pointed at the gap. On the other side of the door was a very surprised police officer, who seemed to not be very accustomed to have guns pointed at his head. After a moment I realized the situation withdrew my pistol and apologized, he extremely politely and quietly mentioned they had found a very young child on the sidewalk and he was looking for the child’s family. I told him I had no kids and said again that I was sorry about the gun; he responded that he didn’t blame me and he left.
In retrospect I am glad that is how it ended; it could have gone horribly wrong.