I have found the magic gun. It is what I have been wanting for so many years.
A little background may help.
By nature, I'm a power freak. I like almost anything with power. That doesn't mean I have to control the power. Simply watching it at work will sometimes scratch that itch. Monster trucks, heavy weapons of warfare, explosions, battleships, heavy trucks working hard, anything doing major work interests me. I even built a twin turbocharged fuel injected big block engine for my 1965 Plymouth. My favorite plinker is my Sendero in 300 WM.
I got into handguns many years ago. Large calibers tickle my fancy. I started with a 45 ACP and stayed with that bore size. My collection now includes 45 ACP, 45 Colt, 454 Casull, and 460 S&W among others.
The problem that developed was that while I enjoyed seeing and hearing these things at work, feeling them wasn't quite as pleasurable. The recoil that comes with heavy loads actually damaged my shooting hand. I had to take a step back. Scale it down if you will. Sadly, playing with 38 specials just doesn't do anything for me. Frankly, they bore me. When I pull a trigger, I want to hear the sound made when worlds collide. That is usually accompanied by cartilage tearing level of recoil that the human body wasn't designed to handle.
Then, on a lark, I bought another revolver. For some reason lost to me, I'd been interested in one of these for years. I didn't know why, but they always captured my imagination.
I'm talking about the Ruger Blackhawk in 30 carbine.
How could this be? It's tiny little bore is only two-thirds the size I prefer. In the revolver world, it's an oddball. An outcast with no peers. The revolver with no reason to exist.
With just a few outings thus far, it has already started climbing to the top of my favorites list. Pulling the trigger rewards the shooter with a magnificent blast of noise and flame. Strangely enough, the recoil is less than some 38 specials. The little bullet takes a laser beam trajectory and hits precisely where you want it to go. One big BANG. One tiny flip. One small hole in the target.
Other shooters hear the report and ask if it's a 44 or other magnum cartridge. They usually show a look of disbelief when they find out it's only a little 30 carbine.
It's magic. It has to be. Several people have fired the gun and each one, without fail, has chuckled a bit and offered compliments. I've never seen such a simple gun put so many smiles on people's faces. Even a friend of mine who doesn't care for single actions had a bit of a grin on his face after shooting it.
I never thought my desire for unmerciful hand cannons would be smitten with a small bore revolver but this little gun does the trick.
Those of you who haven't taken a 30 carbine revolver for a test drive really owe it to yourselves to do so.
After spending a little time with this one, I ended up buying a progressive reloading press to keep up with ammo demand.
A little background may help.
By nature, I'm a power freak. I like almost anything with power. That doesn't mean I have to control the power. Simply watching it at work will sometimes scratch that itch. Monster trucks, heavy weapons of warfare, explosions, battleships, heavy trucks working hard, anything doing major work interests me. I even built a twin turbocharged fuel injected big block engine for my 1965 Plymouth. My favorite plinker is my Sendero in 300 WM.
I got into handguns many years ago. Large calibers tickle my fancy. I started with a 45 ACP and stayed with that bore size. My collection now includes 45 ACP, 45 Colt, 454 Casull, and 460 S&W among others.
The problem that developed was that while I enjoyed seeing and hearing these things at work, feeling them wasn't quite as pleasurable. The recoil that comes with heavy loads actually damaged my shooting hand. I had to take a step back. Scale it down if you will. Sadly, playing with 38 specials just doesn't do anything for me. Frankly, they bore me. When I pull a trigger, I want to hear the sound made when worlds collide. That is usually accompanied by cartilage tearing level of recoil that the human body wasn't designed to handle.
Then, on a lark, I bought another revolver. For some reason lost to me, I'd been interested in one of these for years. I didn't know why, but they always captured my imagination.
I'm talking about the Ruger Blackhawk in 30 carbine.
How could this be? It's tiny little bore is only two-thirds the size I prefer. In the revolver world, it's an oddball. An outcast with no peers. The revolver with no reason to exist.
With just a few outings thus far, it has already started climbing to the top of my favorites list. Pulling the trigger rewards the shooter with a magnificent blast of noise and flame. Strangely enough, the recoil is less than some 38 specials. The little bullet takes a laser beam trajectory and hits precisely where you want it to go. One big BANG. One tiny flip. One small hole in the target.
Other shooters hear the report and ask if it's a 44 or other magnum cartridge. They usually show a look of disbelief when they find out it's only a little 30 carbine.
It's magic. It has to be. Several people have fired the gun and each one, without fail, has chuckled a bit and offered compliments. I've never seen such a simple gun put so many smiles on people's faces. Even a friend of mine who doesn't care for single actions had a bit of a grin on his face after shooting it.
I never thought my desire for unmerciful hand cannons would be smitten with a small bore revolver but this little gun does the trick.
Those of you who haven't taken a 30 carbine revolver for a test drive really owe it to yourselves to do so.
After spending a little time with this one, I ended up buying a progressive reloading press to keep up with ammo demand.
