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Do you see this thing right here? This thing is a tank! Israeli police and what not had to carry the weight but I don't think they were worse off for it. You could literally carry it, a corgi, and some weird red headed kid while running down an alley and feel good about it.
This is a Jericho, and it's a pistol I today realized that I should have owned decades ago.
This guy is not super compact, I wouldn't even call it compact. It doesn't take optics and it has rudimentary sights. It weighs almost double what a P247365 does, and it feels like it.
But by Moses, it shoots like a gazelle or a young stag skipping upon the heights.
You know that one pistol, the one you picked up for the first time and immediately knew you loved? The one that felt natural in your hand and had you ringing steel from the very first shot? I have never known that. I have had to practice, I have had to adjust my grip. I have had to get used to trigger pulls.
But not today. I loaded up a Jericho mag, three CZ75 mags, and I started blasting.
DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING
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350 rounds later, I knew it had been waiting for me, as if it had known we would one day be together. We were meant.
Dark it is, yet lovely, dark like the tents of Kedar, with just a little rust bluing where it has been handled. Sleek with flat milling on the slide and a generous slide release lever. Grips that have been worn almost smooth but that still retain a grip.
Built before a time when you needed front serrations just in case WROL SHTF. A time before man believed radioactive zombies would dismember him if he didn't have a forward gripping surface. A time before men believed that they could shoot faster by placing a big fragile Chinese LED on a slide they took a dremel to. A time before plastic made men weak and brittle and zealous for small, flippy pocket dongles in silly calibers like .....*dry heave*...... 380.
No gentlemen, that life is not for me. I have ascended. I'm going to carry the weight. I am retiring the P10C which I put in my waistband, which I tolerated, but never loved. I am finding a holster, and from now on, my walls shall be tall and strong. Cubits upon cubits they shall be, and none shall take Canaan from me. For today, I embrace Jericho.
Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.
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