Ah, yes, the 80s!!
When I competed in IPSC 1980-81 we were required to draw from the holster AND hit the target.
Ahh, yes, 80's, I remember them well! The days when "GAY" meant "happy", "ERECTIONS" were BUILDINGS, and our PRESIDENTS WERE
NOT GEO-POLITICAL GUTLESS WONDERS!!
<shaking head>
Almost forgot:
I'd want an alloy-framed .45 ACP Gold-Cup, 50 pounds of Hercules Unique, 10,000 rounds of .45 ACP Ball, 100 extra Wilson Magazines and Jeff Cooper, Ray Chapman, and Jack Weaver in my "gang".
OH, and enough Ciprofloxin, Rifampin, Isoniazid and Ethambutol to treat Doc Holliday's tuberculosis, if I could locate him in time. By all accounts, he was a royal pain in the @$$ to be around, but entirely too good a man to die so young. He's one of the "Patron Saints" in my personal pantheon.