For the record, a little story here:
Yes, that is our mother there shooting the first R9 with sights at a local outdoor range. She stopped by pulling up in her little Volkswagen Jetta Sedan , knowing we were testing it that day and that we had the range all to ourselves and asked if she could shoot it. Yes, she held a New York State Pistol License at the time. We put in one round at the line, she picked it up and aimed downrange and fires it: "Pop . . . . click. . . . click". She looks at us and says: "Hey!. . . I didn't come her to look at it, I want to shoot it!" Ok, Ok Mom. . . . hold on a minute! We filled the magazine with 6 rounds and she pops them off: "Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop". . . . . Puts the gun down on the table after removing the magazine and says: "Very nice boys. Are you coming home for dinner tonight? I have meatloaf, creamed spinach and some mashed potatoes and gray." . . . . . Uh, yeah. . . . We'll be there "Mah".
Gotta love that little gal. . . . . . The Rohrbaugh Matriarch!
I will try to add these little behind the scenes stories so you have a nice understanding of how things were at our little family shop.
I hope you enjoy these.
Regards,
Eric R.
