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Ruger’s three-inch barreled LCRx was no sooner in the house when the fits of jealousy began.
Smith, a four-inch barreled, stainless-steel revolver, eyed the mostly polymer LCRx. I’ve never seen him look so angry. He’s kind of defensive anyway but you could almost hear him make his case: “I hold six rounds, you hold five. I can fire .357 Magnum rounds, you cannot. I’ve been doing house gun duty here for longer than you’ve been in existence…”
Bully, an all steel snubbie, jumped in, too: “Well, nobody’s going to carry either of you concealed, that’s for sure,” he said, motioning toward Smith and the LCRx. “That’s my job!”
M. P., a polymer duty gun, seemed more welcoming. “Smith, that LCRx weighs less than half of what you do, cousin. And I have to say, the polymer is a great look, suitable for just about anything, and light in weight, too. But then, only five rounds…” M. P. is all about capacity.
But it wasn’t just the guns that noticed the new LCRx. Once my wife saw it, she too was intrigued.
“Well, what new gun do you have now?” she asked.
“Ruger LCRx,” I answered with a casualness that bordered on boredom, as if I were discussing the weather. “Holds five rounds of .38 Special+P, weighs only 15.7 ounces, and the three inch barrel means it’ll only be more accurate as a defensive gun. Retails for $545.” My wife loves revolvers so I do this just to get her going. Then I apply the prod: “But you probably wouldn’t like it.”
“Give me that thing. Let me see it.” She checks to see if it’s loaded (it’s not) and points it in a safe direction. She checks the cylinder one more time to make sure it’s unloaded (it’s still not) and then dry fires it a few times. Talking more to herself than me, she mutters, “Smooth… light weight… I think I like it a lot.”
I point to the Hogue Tamer stocks. “See that spot on the backstrap of the stocks? That’ll help take any pain out of the recoil. And, it’s got adjustable sights. And, like you said, it’s very light weight. Good house gun, target gun, and carry gun, I should guess.”
“So when are we going to the range?” she asks, completely hooked.
“Oh soon,” I answer, casually again. “I’ll have to write this up for American Handgunner. Hey, since we’re going to the range, do you think we should take any other guns to shoot? We haven’t had Smith, Bully, and M. P. out lately…”
“No, let’s just leave them behind this time. I wouldn’t want them to get jealous.”
— Mark Kakkuri
