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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.
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Please stop by Saturday as this series of handgun stories concludes with another peek at the continued testing of my Sig P238 pistol.