So funny story...
I am doing my very first HSLD room-clearing exercise at a school. Worked rather hard to get there. It's time to breach and enter on dry fire and, damn, better do good (and, truth be told... look good) while doing it. Right? All about looking good.
Door gets breached... I head in, move left, heavy side of room... and need to transition to pistol. Drop carbine on sling and do a smokin' fast transition to pistol. Draw clean... and as it clears holster... it just pops out of my hands... Just like a bar of soap... pop! Airborne! Flyin away from me like the bone in 2001 a Space Odyssey... At the end of one of those telephone handset 'dummy cord' retention devices... That we all had. Because, well... bar of soap.
I can still see it, in slow motion... flying out in front of me. The cord, gracefully unfurling... until it reaches the end of its elastic limit. Then the pistol hits the floor and... I see it coming right back at me. First couple of feet across the floor. Then kind of flaccidly lifting up a bit and bouncing across the wood floor... trying to assault my shin. It ends up next to my boot. Sitting there. Mocking me.
Instructors laughing their asses off... Me... I'm just standing there going... No excuses, sirs.... I'll do better.
Never happened again. Slow is smooth... smooth is fast. Fast is... looking like a blithering %$$#ing idiot.
Just a lesson for all those quick-draw artists. And folks who don't believe in dummy cords.
You may now mock me.
Cheers,
Sirhr
