Friday, December 31, 2010


Square dancing and hiking friends ponder a cave-like formation in the Hocking Hills State Park.  The photo was done at 1/5sec., f/4 at ISO 400.  I was leaning against a rock formation and carefully braced the camera to avoid any camera movement.

This Canada Lilly wildflower was photographed from a low camera angle while back lighting amplified the detail in the flower's translucency.  Careful exposure measurement for the highlight area dramatically underexposed the background woods rendering it black.

My friend and fellow photographer Dave Richardson works on his composition of the interior of a cabin at Schoenbrun Village while I work on mine.  Lighting came from the open door behind him and exposure was measured from the whitewashed walls leaving the shadows happen as they chose.  Flash was supressed to avoid damaging the pleasurable effect of the available light.

Reflections near the gun's muzzle reveal the picture was composed with the pistol laying on a piece of glass which was perching on two chair seats.  The brass color comes from 100 rounds of 9mm ammo laying on a black cloth in the lower background.  Lighting was provided by two daylight color temperature, spiral bulbs in reflectors.

There is timeless artistry in the work of this copper craftsman at the Picking Brass Company in Bucyrus.  A shutter speed of 1/25th of a second was sufficient to maintain sharpness in this hand-held image but allowed motion to be revealed in the action of the wooden hammer.  The concave wooden mold is a relic from the 20th century, or perhaps, from the century before that.

This view peeks from high atop the waterfall at Ash Cave in the Hocking Hills State Park.  Clicking on the image should enlarge it sufficiently to show the creatures in the center background actually are humans enjoying their view from a much lower angle.

The Piatt castles near Bellfontaine are in a state of slow deterioration as you can plainly see in the crumpled wall covering in front of Sue.  This photo also clearly exhibits the difference in color temperature between daylight (left) and that from the oil lantern in the right half of the image.  The camera's automatic white balance mode was used but it is impossible to color correct a variation of this magnitude. 

Square dancing friend Sue Magnet grimaces playfully for the camera as she makes exaggerated selections at an Amish-area winery near the site of our weekend of dancing over Labor Day.  Husband Homer was one of the featured callers at this delightful event.  Her spontaneity and warm memories of a marvelous weekend earned this photo a place in this year's selection. 


Lots of the magic of Photoshop, photo editing software, boosted this relatively routine image of a summer fireworks display into the realm of artful abstraction.  Thank you for enjoying my modest effort in this two part photo album.  

Saturday, December 25, 2010


May the warm and fuzzy feelings
of Christmas be with you
throughout the year!


Friday, December 24, 2010

Part 1

Two hikers pause under the sparkling winter sun along the river in the Mohican State Forest.  The scene is where the trail bends south toward Big Lyons Falls--one of my favorite hiking venues in the area.

The muzzle blast of a Glock 9mm pistol was a lucky surprise of good timing in this picture of Roberta Karger qualifying for her Ohio concealed carry license under the watchful guidance of an NRA instructor.  Camera data:  1/13th sec, f/4, ISO 400.  Nice depth of focus largely due to 17 mm, wide angle lens.

Nancy and Mark Meinzer flank my lady Sue Brooks in Conkle's Hollow of the Hocking Hills State Park during a February hike.  Like our lead picture above, backlighting nearly always adds some visual drama to a photograph.

The east cellblock of the Ohio State Reformatory shivers in the blowing snow following a dinner theater event there last winter.  The exposure was done manually, 1/13th sec., f/4 at ISO 400 while bracing the camera against the roof of the truck to help the camera's image stabilization system minimize camera shake.

A pair of Wood Ducks frolic on the roof of one of my bird feeders.  Both were able to secure their footing sufficiently to lean down and snack on the grain in the lower tray.  The picture was done through a window at approximately 20 feet with a 200mm lens.

This nesting Bald Eagle was photographed using my 1,300mm focal length telescope as the camera's lens.  The telescope was supported on a very, heavy duty tripod and the shot was made at 1/250th of a second with a calculated aperature of f/10, ISO 400.  The camera was in the back of my pick-up truck to achieve a good viewing angle at a distance of about 100 yards.

This toad was photographed with the assistance of two, Mini Maglite flashlights laying to the sides as he enjoyed a warm spring evening beside my pond.  The exposure was 1/60th sec., f/4 at ISO 400.  The lens was at 40 mm and focused at mimimun distance.

A dogwood blossom presents interesting geometry under the sun's backlighting.  The shallow depth of focus was achieved by using a 200mm lens. 1/500th sec., f/5.6, ISO 250.  The gray background comes from the out-of-focus, pond's surface.

This small icicle was explored with a Canon, 100mm f/2.8 macro lens.  The exposure was 1/250th sec., f/4.5 at ISO 400.  A macro lens is a specialtiy lens designed to focus at very close distances with up to life size magnification of the image.  The blue coloring was added with Adobe Photoshop Elements v4 software.

This series of photos will continue December 31st.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Testing, testing....

ONE, TWO, THREE, testing--

I shot this image recently as I was finishing the final work-up on the laptop to insure it is ready to assume primary duty in blog publishing (and other miscellaneous stuff) on the FL snowbirding adventure soon to commence.

So far, so good. I think.

BTW there is stuff in the blog queue through New Year's Eve. That should publish itself in normal fashion. Meanwhile, we hope to arrive in Savannah for a visit over New Year's then head on down to Vero Beach where we will establish ourselves for a winter visit.

Somewhere along the way we will produce new material as our travel moves along. When? Can't say. But, we will try to maintain a schedule of publication that is as normal as can be expected--of aging, retired folks, on vacation.

Translation: We'll see you after January 1--when we see you. Please stay tuned.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010


Exercise and recent 70 mile bicycling companion Ken Johnson shares a “The sun’s in my eyes” squint as he also shares his home-made beach scene, designed to convince my lady Sue and me it is not necessary to travel clear to Florida for such tropical pleasure.

His scene greeted us as we recently assembled ourselves in Ken's basement for our twice-weekly winter workout routine.

Later our exercising companion Lynn Rush offered the male half of her Ken and Barbie doll duo to compliment the scene—a gesture that was humorously, but only temporarily, rejected by the majority gender males of our group of three.

...and so goes the delight of warm fellowship (sorry again Lynn) as the day of our departure for the sunny south approaches.

Saturday, December 18, 2010


Gentle snow tumbled silently as shepherds and centurions and three Magi and King Herrod himself, all from biblical times, coursed through the woods of Camp Mowana on a recent weekend and radiated life to the story of the birth of Jesus.

Pastor Paul Lintern as Gabriel

In groups of 15 or so, about 300 visitors paused at the 14 venues in the wooded hills and cabins of this Lutheran Church Camp where portrayals of characters well known in Christian religious history brought life to the childhood lessons from our Catechism.

Rev. Eric Kretzmann, Camp Director who introduced himself to visitors as an “...ordinary camel driver” ....was handling parking chores when we arrived.

Olivia Wade, a home-schooled sophomore captivated her audience with a portrayal of Mary. She was one of some 25 cast members plus another 20 centurions who were selected from the visitors and became cast members themselves.

This young “shepherd” is Paul Francisco, a Crestview 6th grader. Some cast members in the two day production where from First English Lutheran Church which did an indoor version of the presentation from 1993 to 2001.

This is the centurion stop of the venues where the fellow in the brown coveralls and the gold helmet had “volunteered” as an honorary cast member. Other cast members came from Oakland Lutheran Church and Pastor Lintern’s list of “real neat people” who have performed in other popular presentations such as at the Mansfield Cemetery and The Underground Railroad story.

Mary Wright, a teacher in the Buckeye Central school system, gave a captivating performance, sitting in stark silhouette as she told of being an unnamed mother of Bethlehem whose baby had been killed by King Herrod’s orders.

The concluding scene was the Holy Family with a live baby Jesus presenting a summary of the event.

Afterward I had the distinct pleasure of renewing an aged acquaintance with Elizabeth and Zechariah; known by their contemporaries as the Harold Kahl’s of Shelby.

The warmth of that renewed friendship lingered pleasantly as we left and wandered through the night’s crisp chill, pondering the enormous history leading to the birth of Jesus we had just witnessed portrayed in 90 blessed minutes—in the woods of Camp Mowana.

Ed. Note:  If you see an event around town being produced by Paul Lintern.  Be absolutely sure to attend.  You will be doing yourself a favor.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010


Lady friend Sue's grand daughter Mackenna Curtis-Collins enjoys a large display of nativity scenes (only partially shown) at Lutheran Church Camp Mowana near Mansfield recently.  The camp was the venue for the reenactment of the story Journey to Bethlehem with visitors spending about 1 1/2 hours touring the camp's cabins and outside campfire sites hearing this marvelous biblical story. 

The Reverend John and Doris Wanamaker of Lutheran Church Mt. Hope, Shiloh provided the display from their personal collection.

Please stop by Saturday for our story of this very enjoyable visit.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010



The top photo is looking east toward my township road.  The lower photo is a view toward the west and my little place in the woods.

Sunday, December 12, 2010


These two images were shot late this morning and are identical; except, the upper one was shot at a shutter speed of 1/8th of a second and the lower one was shot at 1/400th of of a second.  The slower shutter speed recorded the falling snow flakes in vertical streaks while the faster shutter speed effectively stopped the motion of the falling flakes thus rendering them more sharply.

Additionally, the slower shutter speed left more light into the camera during that exposure so the aperture had to be reduced to prevent over exposure  It was at f/32 for this shot.

Conversely, at the higher shutter speed substantially less light was allowed into the camera so the aperture had to be enlarged to compensate.  It was at f/4.5 for this shot. 

The view is toward the pine woods on the east side of my pond and was recorded with a 70-200 mm zoom lens at full focal length (while both the camera and the photographer were hiding under a large, golf umbrella on our upper deck.)

Nice images can be obtained by shooting from the comfort of indoors through a window pane but usually some sharpness is lost because the window glass is usually inferior in quality to the camera's lens.

The automatic mode of your digital camera will make very nice pictures indeed, but fiddling with the manual settings will help you expand the creative use of your camera.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

in .380 caliber

On November 13th we told you about our new pistol; a Sig P238.

Recently we added a new recoil spring and the backwoods science continues as we try to achieve 100 per cent reliability with this attractive little handgun.

Earlier we were experiencing serious damage to the spent casings of fired bullets. It is beginning to appear the new spring may have solved that problem but it will require several hundred more flawless rounds before I am confident this gun can be depended on.

Along the way I became curious about the energy of this little bullet and in our earlier story we discussed what it did to jugs full of water. Remember, it penetrated a 6” jug, penetrated the second jug full of water and hit the back of the inside of the second jug with sufficient force to bulge, but not break, that jug’s back skin.

Recently we tested our self defense loads of Speer, 90 grain, Gold Dot hollow points against a ½ gallon milk jug full of frozen water.

In the photo at right you can see the result of the .380 caliber bullet hitting our test jug at a range of 25 feet. The force of impact split the jug vertically but the bullet did not exit the back of the jug.

Then, we performed surgery on the jug in the kitchen sink. (Our outdoor laboratory was 25 degrees on the day of the test.)

The ice surrounding the entry hole was pulverized; almost like fine powder. The rest of the ice surrounding the bullet’s path was like shattered crystals.

The pulverized (white colored) and shattered ice are visible in both close up photos and we found the spent bullet 3 ¼ inches into the 4” thick jug.

In the lower photo you see the spent bullet, fully mushroomed with only one petal of the mushroomed shape separated from the bullet’s mass. This usually is evidence of a very well engineered projectile.

Note also how the lead remained fused to the copper cladding of the spent round.

Concluding:  The hollow point round is simply an effective part of a team.

I carry a handgun purely as a tool. I refuse to be a defenseless victim.

The handgun is like the spare tire in my vehicle or the fire extinguishers in my home. You pray you never need them, but, if you do, you may be very glad the correct tool for the emergency was at hand and you knew how to use it.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

   the rest of the story...

In handgun practice sessions with my square dancing friends—all concealed carry license holders—one safe amusement has been enjoyed; it the result of some marginal marksmanship.

My homemade, wooden target frame one shooting-practice day slowly disintegrated as slightly errant rounds chewed portions of the frame into splinters until it finally and slowly toppled to the ground.

Unbeknown to me, the embarrassed shooters conspired to create a surprise replacement frame as a present for my then upcoming birthday and assigned that task to the engineer of our group, Mark Meinzer.

Meanwhile, I constructed a replacement frame of my own from scraps of treated lumber which was soon put to use in our next shooting session.

It promptly suffered its first wounds and shuddered as bullets smashed their way through the top of its framework, about 10 inches above the hanging target’s bull’s-eye.

The guilty culprit was my lady Sue. Her humorous humiliation was repeated later that day when the frame once again shuddered from the impact of a passing bullet; this one launched by our mutual friend Roberta Karger.

You can see the advertisements of their less than stellar marksmanship emblazoned on the frame (above) with black, magic marker.

Days later, my birthday present arrived. It was Mark’s terrific creation with PVC pipe, copper wire suspended clip hangers for the targets, and fishing sinkers as counterweights. And, it sported a target cavity of nearly 3 feet clearance—ample room for less than precisely aimed shots to pass through the frame without damage.

Soon another shooting day arrived; this one involving just Mark and me, so I promptly deployed Mark's marvelous, articulated frame to help celebrate our noisy afternoon in the woods.

Yup, you guessed it. It wasn’t long until white plastic was flying about and not one, but two target clips had suffered destruction.

Mark smiled quietly, as he does easily, and noted his design was no match for his 9 mm powered handgun.
Please stop by Saturday as this series of handgun stories concludes with another peek at the continued testing of my Sig P238 pistol.

Saturday, December 4, 2010


Two Glock pistols, a G-19 and a G-26, both 9 mm in caliber, have been my defensive handguns for many years. They are noted for their accuracy, and utter reliability straight from the factory. (That’s the G-26 pictured above.)

But, like a fine wine that improves with age, my Glocks are undergoing a gentle metamorphosis.

This began a few weeks ago when my friend Gary Mishey, a newly minted Glock armorer, recommended I install a Ghost trigger connector to lighten and smooth out Glock’s arguably clunky, stock version.

We started this process on my little G-26.

And it works.

The metamorphosis also involves night sights, a new slide release lever and a plug to keep dust and debris out of the cavity behind the grip.

The new trigger connector lowers the weight of pressure necessary to press the trigger and smoothes the process through staging and release of the firing pin, thus minimizing muzzle movement induced by trigger motion—thereby improving accuracy.

The night sights glow in the dark (picture below) and dramatically ease target acquisition in low-light conditions. During daylight their function remains normal.

The stock slide release lever was a flat piece of metal that was difficult to actuate. The new version has a raised and smoothed triangular shape that makes releasing the slide over a newly loaded magazine a breeze.

The butt plug simply disappears into the bottom of the grip and adds to the gun’s symmetry while quietly performing its cleanliness chore.

Prior to the installation of the new trigger connector I fired a test or control target of 10 rounds, shot from a bench rest at 25 feet and achieved a group of hits largely centered on the bulls-eye with a maximum spread of 3 inches.

My first test target with the new connector produced a similarly accurate group but reduced the group size to a 2 ½ inch spread.

Another test target several days later but under identical conditions brought the group size down to 1 ½ inches.  (Pictured Thursday)

That approaches target shooting marksmanship (at least from my 70 year old eyes) from Glock’s smallest model with a barrel just a bit over 2 inches long measuring from the end of the chamber to the muzzle.

This is the rear AmeriGlo Classic night sight on my Glock 26. Because of shallow depth of focus and angle of view the front sight is not visible. In use the front sight looks like one of the single rear sights and would be centered precisely between the rear two to achieve target accuracy. They cost $89 and are guaranteed 10 years.

By then I’ll likely need something a bit bigger and brighter.

Gary's web site is here:

Thursday, December 2, 2010

This is a test target shot after the installation of a new trigger connector in my Glock 26.  That is a 1 ½ inch group of ten, 9 mm rounds fired from a rest at 25 feet.  We will tell you the story of my gun’s metamorphosis Saturday.

Bullets used in this test were Winchester white box, 115 grain, full metal jacket.  These are round nose bullets thus making the ragged holes in the target--compared to the test target published recently with the story on the Sig P238.  Those also were Winchester range ammo but those bullets have a flat nose which accounts for the very neat perforation of that target.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010


After this Saturday’s tale, Fogeyisms will be starting a more relaxed publishing schedule—sort of an early Christmas present to us.

We are approaching the end of our fourth year of publication. The blog was published daily for most of the first year then we eased back to doing stories at a rate of several times each week.

Hereafter we expect to appear somewhat regularly, more-or-less, with stories appearing as the spirit or life's experience moves us.

We expect to spend some time enjoying palm trees and sub-tropical breezes in Florida this winter. While that would relax anyone’s schedule, it also gives us a whole new state to explore for stories.

Meanwhile, please stop by Thursday and Saturday while we take a peek at the metamorphasis of one of my Glock pistols.

Already in the cueue is our Christmas greeting and a two part series on our favorite photos of the year.

Then, who knows?

But, whichever way the ball bounces, we will try to enjoy the ride and make it interesting for you too.

Saturday, November 27, 2010


There are some things guys my age should not be doing.

One of them I discovered recently is trying to climb electric utility poles.

I was dressed in denims, boat shoes and my nice, new Columbia windbreaker that day when lady friend Sue and I visited her son Eric’s home.

He is about to finish his training to be an electric company lineman and his mom wanted to see a practice contraption he was rigging on a power pole in his yard which otherwise did the routine duty of supporting his security light.

Eric fitted himself with a safety harness to which was attached a cable which dangled from a gadget suspended from near the top of his pole. If he suffered a fall during his climb this otherwise free-wheeling cable would immediately arrest his tumble.

He also was outfitted with another harness which encircled the pole loosely. During a climb he simply relaxed his tension on this harness and with a flick of his wrists on its handles, could slide it a foot or so up the pole and, in synchronization with his boot spikes, propel himself toward the top.

Linemen know these "spikes" as gaffs.

Eric went up and down the pole like a smoothly energized monkey then offered his mom a chance to sample a climb.

She emphatically declined—but offered “Terry would like to try it.”

Can you imagine me looking at her sternly over the top of my glasses?

But, as you can see (right), my sanity escaped me and I donned Eric’s gear under his close supervision.

The climb simply involved me hugging this splinter infected pole while stabbing my spikes into the pole at a 60 degree angle, first one, then the other a little higher up, while boosting my hugging arms a similar distance in my attempted ascent.

This, all the while being sure to keep at least three of my four hands and spike-equipped feet firmly attached to the pole.


The chances of me getting my second spike firmly imbedded in the pole while supporting myself on the first one were remote. That’s about where my sanity returned—and Sue’s amusement for the afternoon ended.

While I was being disentangled from my climbing gear Eric reminded us he had to pass a test by doing a climb at least twice as high as his pole and safely retrieve an “injured” co-worker (which could happen—some night—in the freezing winds of a howling snow storm).

Good grief.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010


War by Sebastian Junger (also author of The Perfect Storm)

Over a period of 15 months Junger was imbedded with US combat troops in Afghanistan and this book tells their story. Marvelously. You will learn of their honor, their fear, their trust among men in mortal combat. You will have a ring-side seat to the adrenaline-fueled confusion of being ambushed in the mountains—and come away with a hint of the real horror of combat.

The Killer Angels by Michael Shaara

This is a stunning novel on the Civil War battle at Gettysburg. The battle and the men who fought it are portrayed with incomparable clarity and power. I shuddered when I felt their searing pain and was breathless when Shaara painted battle scenes as if I was seeing them through the soldier’s eyes—Union and Confederate. This is a history lesson exactly like history should be taught.

Blind Courage by Bill Irwin and co-author

A truly stunning story of a blind man and his hike of the entire 2,100+ miles of the Appalachian Trail with only his dog Orient as his constant companion. From my limited experience on the AT I cannot even imagine attempting his hike while sightless. However, his interminable references to his faith throughout this story became a tedious distraction.

Pirate Latitudes by Michael Crichton

Set in the Caribbean of 1665, Crichton’s marvelous tale takes readers on a rollicking adventure with relentless action; truly a quick and enjoyable read. This completed manuscript was found in his files after his death in 2008--a huge loss to his world-wide reading audience.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Lady friend Sue Brooks enjoys the Brandywine Falls, one of the most popular attractions in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park. The 33,000 acre park was established along the Cuyahoga River between Akron and Cleveland in 1974.

A brief but highly enjoyable visit

The Towpath Bicycle Trail in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park is always a treat to visit, especially on a warm sunny day—in November!

Sue and I recently launched our bicycles out of Peninsula, OH and rolled south for about six miles past several nicely maintained canal locks and scenic, wooded stretches of the Cuyahoga River.

We had driven about an hour north from the Mansfield area and were headed for Hale Farm, a recreated piece of Ohio’s colonial history. There is a slightly hilly, ¾ mile spur trail connecting the farm with the towpath.

At the farm’s ticket desk—we were denied admission and were curtly informed, this time of year they are open only to school groups. So, if you ever intend a visit there, read their web page carefully.

Heading back to the towpath trail bikers immediately are confronted with a pesky hill climb and, while Sue assaulted the challenge, I hopped off my bike intending to do some sort of photo of her dismounting and continuing the climb on foot.

She amazed me and succeeded in the climb. This from a lady who just a few months earlier was perfectly content with her balloon tire, coaster brake model while eschewing gizmos like hand brakes and gears.

That’s her on the right about to disappear around the curve nearing the top of the ascent and celebrating with a mild calisthenic after I finally caught up. Not bad for a great grandmother on Medicare—don’t you think!

Another spiffy feature of bicycling in this national park is the park’s railroad. In season, it runs a continuous schedule back and forth along the bike trail and cyclists can loiter at any of several stations where you can load your bike on the train and for a fare of two bucks ride to your destination.

We satisfied ourselves with a dozen miles of riding, loaded the bikes in my vehicle and headed to nearby Brandywine Falls.

This 60 foot high geologic beauty is often described as the most impressive falls in the Lake Erie watershed. The village of Brandywine was settled around the falls in 1814 and parts of the foundation of the original gristmill built there to harness the water power can still be seen. Much of the original village was lost to the construction of Interstate 271.

I was standing on a bench and composing the photo of Sue enjoying the view of the Cuyahoga River in Peninsula when I heard the train approaching and swiveled slightly to my left to shoot the lower photo. This excursion railroad is a popular attraction in the park.

Cuyahoga Valley National Park:
The CV Scenic Railroad:

Wednesday, November 17, 2010


The second week of November provided blue skies, light winds and mild temperatures so lady friend Sue Brooks and I drove to Peninsula, OH and took a peek at the Towpath Bike Trail in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park.

A culvert on that trail’s crushed gravel surface frames Sue (top) as she pauses under the park’s excursion railroad’s tracks. The railroad is a very popular attraction in this park between Akron and Cleveland.

A lock from the old Ohio and Erie Canal is on display near Peninsula (lower) and is only one of many attractions on this bike trail that heralds the tale of the canal period in US history.

We also visited Brandywine Falls that warm day. Please stop by Saturday and we will share that story.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Shot itself in the foot; so to speak

The SIG SAUER firearms company has a long history of producing fine quality handguns, but, they laid an egg with the too-early introduction of their model P238.

I am convinced they watched the folks at Ruger firearms enjoy massive success with their little LCP in .380 caliber and leaped into the market before their own little .380 offering was adequately tested.

As a consequence customers who bought early models of SIG’s 238—those manufactured before, say May 2010, wound up with a handful of headaches and guns that often had to be returned to the factory—repeatedly—and then, they often were sent back to the owners in still, unsatisfactory condition.

Problems were traced to poorly functioning ejectors and or magazines and or recoil springs. In fact they went through three generations of magazines in the first two years of production.

And, I learned not to trust salespeople at gun stores when I was shopping for my pistol.

The guy at Woodbury Outfitters in Coshocton claimed he had never heard of this model having any problems whatsoever.  I knew better; but, still hadn't learned of the magazines being redesigned.

The guy at Black Wing Shooting in Delaware sold me a gun with a very recent date of manufacture—but, it was supplied with two of the original and unreliable magazines and Black Wing was unresponsive to my follow-up inquiry.

Later, I examined five of these guns that were on display at the Sportsman’s Den in Shelby. Four of those were being offered for sale with original, defective (already twice redesigned) magazines.

Regardless, newly manufactured samples of SIG’s little handgun are delightful to carry and shoot and are finding popularity, especially with the ladies, for concealed carry.

The little gun is all metal, 5.5 inches long, 3.9 high, 1.1 wide and weighs only 15 ounces. It is designed to carry 7 rounds of ammo and comes with night (glow in the dark) sights.

Already, my gun has been through 17 test targets and 620 rounds of fired ammo to determine its reliability. After all, my life could depend on it.

The gun has a delightfully smooth, and easy to press trigger. Its recoil is gentle—very much unlike Ruger’s LCP--and, it is amazingly accurate. (See the test target published earlier to introduce this article.)

My gun was manufactured in late July 2010 and it is being fed with four, new 3rd generation magazines. But, I have new recoil springs on order because I still am experiencing spent shell casings with damage to their rims—not often, but enough to make me continue to worry about this sweet little gun’s absolute reliability.

To its credit, it has only jammed once in those first 620 rounds.

The .380 caliber is viewed as barely adequate by some folks for reliable, self-defense use. But, in the small photo right you see the result of my test shot using a Speer Gold Dot Hollow Point, .380 caliber, 90 grain, hollow point round on two 1 gallon, plastic milk jugs filled with water.

The bullet was fired from 23 feet and the concussive force of the mushrooming, hollow point exploded the first jug as you can see, passed completely through the second jug and imbedded itself in the wooden backstop.

That test bullet passed through 12” of water, four thin layers of plastic and kept going. You be the judge.

However, until I replace the recoil and firing pin springs in my baby SIG and test it some more, and some more again, I will continue to carry one of my Glocks.

They have been 100 per cent reliable, right out of the box.