Bringing the Fight Back to the Pistol
Brian J. Stas / SWAT Digest
I had no idea it could get so hot in Maine. It has to be near 100 degrees. The sun is beating down hard on my salty back and red neck as I stare at my target. I’m rubbing my blistered finger tips together listening to the monkeys in my head My back is sore as hell and I can feel blood dripping down my arms from my swollen elbows. I’m really glad I could be here. The sweat is getting into my eyes and starting to burn. I need to rub…FIGHT!!! One word silences the monkeys and their chatter.
I’m aware of nothing now, except that my pistol is punched out in front of my face. The large front sight jumping up and down as my pistol breathes. I stop shooting as my four rounds have made their exit. I snap my pistol close to me like a baby that needs nurturing, SUL position, as I turn like a tank turret looking for more business. As I turn, I can see some of the other students working smoothly with their pistols. Crisp, precise movements, all with warrior targets?
I complete my full spin and perform a tactical reload. My pistol slips back in its holster. “Don’t look at it, feel it,” I warn myself.. I look at my target and see the tight holes staring back at me right where they should be. “I could have done that faster, but it felt smooth.” I silently critique myself. I’m doing a lot better then I thought, considering how long it’s been. Before I can start to beat myself up again for waiting so long to do some pistol work, the word barks “FIGHT!!!” Man, am I glad to be here.