I Did It
Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 2:23 pm
So, my landlord called me last night and told me to meet him at an address like 40km from my house this morning. I get there, and he has lined up 5 shooters that let me demo their guns on an indoor range specifically for 10m. I got to fire the Styer L-10, the FWB Picollo, the FWB P44, the Walther LP400 & the Morini CE162 (I believe that's what it was). It was pretty awesome, I must say, even if I didn't understand a word the guys were saying! I think I fired about 50 pellets through each pistol and the guy who knew some English was firing off about 100 words per second trying to keep up with the older men who were talking about the different weapons. They basically told me to shoot as much as I wanted, just to refill their cylinders when I was done. Pumping up 5 cylinders is a chore guys! LOL!
I was really impressed with all of the pistols, though I couldn't notice a real difference in them. The one that I think fit me the best, and that I was able to hold (what I would call) a group with, was the Walther LP400. The grip felt right in my hand (it was a stock grip as where all of the others had custom fit Rink Grips, which is why they probably felt off in my hand looking back at it), the weight seemed right (had two sliding weights on the business end of the barrel), and it seemed like I was able to hold the front sight better with it. I thanked them all and turned to my landlord to see if he was ready to leave. He motioned for me to follow him.
We went to a store called Frankonia (a sporting goods store here in Germany), and he talked with the young guy at the counter, handed him a business card, and the guy walked back and brought out an LP400 Carbon, pump, pellets, a match box and a Walther locking metal case. He rang it all up, and I was shocked that there was such a huge discount. I got all of this for right at 1000 Euro. Uh... that AP, on their shelf, was 1329! To say I got a discount is an understatement! I immediately surrendered my credit card & a VAT (Value Added Tax) exemption form, and walked away with my new hobby in hand.
We went back to the range and the oldest gentleman that was in the group that let me shoot their pistols, was still there. This guy looked about late 50's early 60's. My landlord handed him the pistol, he loaded it, ran out a target. Fire, reload, fire, reload, fire, reload, fire, reload, fire. Ran the target back in and they were all in the center ring! The guy said (in VERY broken English), I'm 72, no excuse! Handed me the gun back, shook my hand, and walked away! AMAZING day guys, AMAZING!
Now, where's me a Rika for sale?!?!?!
I was really impressed with all of the pistols, though I couldn't notice a real difference in them. The one that I think fit me the best, and that I was able to hold (what I would call) a group with, was the Walther LP400. The grip felt right in my hand (it was a stock grip as where all of the others had custom fit Rink Grips, which is why they probably felt off in my hand looking back at it), the weight seemed right (had two sliding weights on the business end of the barrel), and it seemed like I was able to hold the front sight better with it. I thanked them all and turned to my landlord to see if he was ready to leave. He motioned for me to follow him.
We went to a store called Frankonia (a sporting goods store here in Germany), and he talked with the young guy at the counter, handed him a business card, and the guy walked back and brought out an LP400 Carbon, pump, pellets, a match box and a Walther locking metal case. He rang it all up, and I was shocked that there was such a huge discount. I got all of this for right at 1000 Euro. Uh... that AP, on their shelf, was 1329! To say I got a discount is an understatement! I immediately surrendered my credit card & a VAT (Value Added Tax) exemption form, and walked away with my new hobby in hand.
We went back to the range and the oldest gentleman that was in the group that let me shoot their pistols, was still there. This guy looked about late 50's early 60's. My landlord handed him the pistol, he loaded it, ran out a target. Fire, reload, fire, reload, fire, reload, fire, reload, fire. Ran the target back in and they were all in the center ring! The guy said (in VERY broken English), I'm 72, no excuse! Handed me the gun back, shook my hand, and walked away! AMAZING day guys, AMAZING!
Now, where's me a Rika for sale?!?!?!