Best 1911 story?

[us920669]

I don't know how to snatch things from one source and run them again, but there is a Field and Stream e-newsletter that I get sometimes, and a few days ago they ran a piece about a bomber crew that bailed out in the Pacific in '43.  A Zero started strafing the guys and one took out his pistol and played dead.  As the story goes, the pilot reduced his speed, slid back the canopy and came in for a look.  The American got off four shots and the plane spun away.  It goes on to say someone found the crash site and the pilot was shot once in the head.  Some people posted to say they found it hard to believe - the pilot was on the ground out of his harness and still recognizable, but who knows.   

[Savage]

Sounds like a REALLY unlucky pilot to me.
Savage

[williamlayton]

MY ALL TIME FAVORITE---you boys have heard it a thousand times.
One of my hero's, Charlie Miller---a legend in the lores of Texas rangers and Maverics--was renound for shunning the use of a scabbard, preferring the old Mexican style for his early model Colt Commercial.
Charlie had a weak hand from some kind of injury and was reluctant to trust a grip safety. The fact that he tied the grip safety down with a strip of rawhide and carrying on the half cock + the no scabbard brought down the wrath of a young Texas Department of Public Safety Range Officer on hisownself one day.
The young officer approached the Old ranger at qualifications one day with the curt notification that what he was doing was dangerous.
Charlie replied "Son, if this old SB aint dangerous, I don't want to carry it !"
Blessings

[us920669]

For about 20 years my gun safe has had a picture held on with magnets.  It's a page from an old NRA calendar showing Lone Wolf Gonzales and his 1911s.  They seem to employ the Fitz Cut.  I wonder how that would go down at the DPS today.

[shooter6br]

Dad was working a GE in Phila. He gort out of work at 3am. He was driving East River Drive ( Kelly Drive now) A he drove a car with three guys tried to force hime off the road. He rolled down the window of his 58 Chevy Impala and point his Remington Rand 45 ACP at the car as they were parrell to him. All of a sudden there was a cloud of white smoke as the car with the three men "rocketed down the road" he figures they stopped with they hit the California coast line. No shots fired. The business end of the 45 must have looked like a cannon  barrel

[KAYR1]

My Father-in-law was a young army captain fighting in Vietnam. His squad came under attack one night. His rifle (first-gen M16) either jammed or was disabled by a bullet, he doesnt remember. He defended himself from two bayonet-charging VC with his Remington Rand 1911. When he came home from the war, he brought that 1911 with him. When his farm needed welding tanks more than another pistol, he traded that 1911 for acetylyne tanks! I only wish that I could find the owner and return it to him.

[1911crazy]

There was 4 of us who met every sunday morning to shoot at 8:30am to beat the crowd that came later on.  I took out my colt gov 5'' in nickel and at 25yds i rocked an empty freon can with all 7 shots i had it bouncing around.  I fired all 7 shots in rapid fire mode the can never stopped dancing as i fired.  The guy next to me said brother i don't want to be the guy who breaks into your house.

[NickSS]

Back in the late 60s I bought a 1911 A1 from a local dealler.  When I got it home I found out that the magazine it came with had a dent in the side and I could only get 3 rounds into it.  So the next night after work I took it back along with 7 rounds of ammo.  The dealer gave me another magazine that I thumbed 7 rounds into and I shoved it into my gun and the gun went into my hip pocket.  I hung around the store for a hour or so until closing time and headed out to the parking lot.  My car was parked around the side of the building and when I got to it there were three hippie types sitting on the hood.  I asked them to get off so I could go home.  One of them asked my for some money and I told them if they wanted money to get a job.  Then the loud mouth pulled a sheath knife and told me to give him my wallet.  So I reached back to my hip pocket and pull out my 1911.  All three of them took off running so fast that they almost left a dust trail.  I did not even get a chance to pull the slide back to load it.

[jlwilliams]

  During WWII, my grandfather took a pop shot at a running rat at an unrealistic distance.  Just took the shot because....why not.  Hit the rat in front of witnesses who spread the word of his pistol shooting 'expertese'.  He said he knew it was luck but never corrected the missconception.