Just like that, at 36 years old, after a late night transaction in a remote, dimly lit, Taco Bell parking lot, my first gun was Hungarian Hi-Power clone: the FEG PJK-9HP. The seller even threw in a couple of boxes of ammo. And that, I think, has been the most interesting part of this whole exercise. I was amazed at how cheap and how easy it is to pick up a gun. I simply put the word out that I was interested and scoped a few shops. When dealing with individuals, there's no government intervention. It's like shopping for an extra Snoopy sippy cup at a garage sale. If it looks clean, take it home.
Since then, I've picked up a few extra mags off Gunbroker and a paddle holster from Target Masters. I've read a year's worth of Guns & Ammo and gone out a few times to a range near us to blown stuff up. All that's made me the same guy I was pre-gun; I now just know some range etiquette and the difference between a .22LR and a .22Magnum.
There are folks on both coasts and quite a few through the middle of this great country who shake their heads and think, "What pitiful stuff... a waste." But I'm not carrying the piece to the Mall or keeping it hidden 'neath my pillow in case some black-hat traipses through the door with nefarious deeds in mind. It is what it is: an intricate example of mechanics, an interesting sidelight on a Saturday afternoon, another piece of gear... That makes a very loud boom and pretty little groups at 25 yards.
Anybody wanna throw some lead downrange this weekend?