A friend mocks my abiding affection for handguns. I blame it on Gunsmoke and all the other TV westerns that I watched growing up. I think they are fun to shoot and an interesting challenge. I have occasionally hunted small game successfully with my Single-Six. On a good, cold day next deer season, I may take a deer with my .44. But mainly, I just enjoy shooting handguns.
From the .44 magnum up, handguns can generate some serious muzzle energy and begin to approach the power of lesser centerfire rifle cartridges, but most handguns carried for personal defense are pretty puny. That's not a criticism of anyone's choices, rather it is simply an objective consideration of muzzle velocity and bullet weight relative to the average rifle round. When you push a projectile over Mach 2, as Col. Cooper observed, interesting things begin to happen.
I tend to prefer wheelguns on aesthetic grounds. They have an elegant, functional simplicity that I admire. A few years ago, I finally came into the modern age by purchasing an autoloading .40 S&W, for which I have developed some affection. The .40 is a high-pressure round that still does not manage to be terribly powerful. It is adequate for personal defense with proper expanding ammunition.
I've always been somewhat dismissive of the 9mm. It doesn't have a bad record, and it is the round used by most western military forces. But then our military has been using a fine little varmint cartridge in their battle rifle for the last fifty years. The 5.56 is rough on groundhogs and coyotes and will humanely take a whitetail deer out to 150 yards with good bullets and good bullet placement. Sadly, it has also killed a myriad of God's own children in the last half century.
The other day, my nephew bought an American-made polymer-framed 9mm. It's essentially a Glock clone made by Diamondback Firearms of Coco Beach, FL. I got to shooting it a little -- having never before fired a 9mm, and, while unimpressed with the weapon itself, I liked the Nine. It's about like shooting a .22. Right now 9mm ammunition is far easier to find and not much more expensive than rimfire rounds.
So I bought a Glock 17.
The Nazgul were waiting outside the store to welcome me to the Dark Side.
(Yeah, I know that's mixing nerd-doms, but there are Nine. Get over it.)
It took me about thirty or forty rounds to settle in with the grip and sight picture and all so that I was comfortable shooting it. I have vast amounts of room for improvement, but the gun groups well with cheap CCI aluminum-cased 115-grain FMJs.
Here's the thing: it is more fun to shoot than the .40. I still love my big .44 plow-handled single-action above all, but I can run through a magazine full of 9mm and come away grinning. I've got a bunch of FMJ blasting ammo already. I'll get some more. I'll also get some expanding ammunition, just in case. They will be light, fast bullets, which, in my opinion, is the proper formula for a defensive Nine.
If I knew I needed a gun to defend myself, I'd fetch Geraldean, my 870. I still prefer a long gun or .40 and above for serious social interactions, but this stupid Glock is fun.