"Hey, Drang, busy Friday?"
"Not sure, why?"
"Wanna go to the range?"
Anyway, once again proved that a snubnosed .38 Special--the Heller Commemorative 442 or Dad's nickel-plated Model 10--kicks harder than a .45 ACP. Either the Colt Combat Commander, or the Jerry Miculek 625.
Was astonished--and somewhat elated--to discover that the (as yet unmodified or tuned) Combat Commander feeds hollow point rounds just fine! (It's mid-80's vintage, when, if a 1911 wasn't a Colt, it was a licensed copy from Norway, Argentina, or maybe Mexico; IIRC, Detonics was just getting tooled up, here in Seattle. The Star PD was a rarity.) Still need to have an extended beaver-tail grip safety put on it. And sights.
Also put a quarter brick or so through Mrs. Drang's "new" .22--that is, the .22 she got from her father. A Winchester 62 pump, I suspect it was used for varmint control and stewpot augmentation back on the family farm in Kansas, pre-WWII. (It was jointly owned with his brother; there was also a Monkey Wards' 20 gauge shotgun that went to a cousin.) Firing offhand, standing, with "whatever" ammunition I had laying around, I was hardly capable of pinpoint accuracy, but I was able to keep all the shots in a "minute of rabbit" area at 25 yards.
Also proved, once again, that my skills as a marksmanship coach are weak. I mean, I can tell beginners all day "Try to move your hand higher on the grip" or "Lean into it; spread your feet a bit farther" but the fact is, I know what works for me, but that doesn't mean I can translate that to others. Need more training...