My brother had three of them, 9mm, .40, and .45. When he passed away, they came to me. I am not a fan, so I rid myself of them without ever shooting them. There was nothing about them that I cared for, they were clunky, and awkward compared to a 1911.

When I worked at an indoor range, the customers would bring them in, and I never, ever, saw any issues with them, they were reliable and fairly accurate (depending on the shooter), but the triggers didn't do anything for me, and I thought the gun was "fat".
Maybe I was wrong, but I could never develop any warmth towards them.


You can roll a turd in peanuts, dip it in chocolate, and it still ain't no damn Baby Ruth.