My selection process included the somewhat arbitrary requirement that my new gun comply with the size and weight requirements of IDPA Back-Up Gun division, as otherwise, the gun would rarely get any range time.
A buddy had a S&W Shield, and while I didn't shoot it, I did some dry-fire.
I know a Walther distributor, and he loaned me a PPS, which I did get to shoot a bit.
Checking published dimensions, I determined the Springfield XDs is just about exactly the same size as the Walther.
Ultimately, a I had to "go with what I know", 1911s, and after handling a few examples each of the SIG P938 and Kimber Micro 9, bought the former.
My previous carry gun was a 32oz, "compact" .45, and while I'm still a believer in big bullets, I'm much more likely to actually be armed, when my carry gun is a 16oz pistol that fits in some pockets (and holds one additional round).
A little over three years, and 3000rds later, I now have to work any other gun into my range rotation in my shooting "off season", as the little SIG is such a pleasure to shoot.
Still, on an occasion like the night a buddy called, to ask if I'd drive him to the wrong side of the tracks at midnight to recover his stolen car, I was wearing a .45.
A buddy had a S&W Shield, and while I didn't shoot it, I did some dry-fire.
I know a Walther distributor, and he loaned me a PPS, which I did get to shoot a bit.
Checking published dimensions, I determined the Springfield XDs is just about exactly the same size as the Walther.
Ultimately, a I had to "go with what I know", 1911s, and after handling a few examples each of the SIG P938 and Kimber Micro 9, bought the former.
My previous carry gun was a 32oz, "compact" .45, and while I'm still a believer in big bullets, I'm much more likely to actually be armed, when my carry gun is a 16oz pistol that fits in some pockets (and holds one additional round).
A little over three years, and 3000rds later, I now have to work any other gun into my range rotation in my shooting "off season", as the little SIG is such a pleasure to shoot.
Still, on an occasion like the night a buddy called, to ask if I'd drive him to the wrong side of the tracks at midnight to recover his stolen car, I was wearing a .45.