When I heard that Caracal was recalling my everyday carry gun, the firearm that kept me and mine safe for nearasdammit two years, I went into deep denial. Sure, a Caracal blew up in Pakistan. But that doesn’t mean my gun’s dangerous. Gunmakers err on the side of caution when it comes to product defects, lest they get sued to oblivion. Right? OK, yes, this is the Caracal C’s second recall. After a not-so-minor delay, Caracal replaced my C to address a drop-safe issue. But gunmakers err on the side of caution when it comes to product defects, lest they get sued to oblivion. Right? Like I said, deep denial. To the point where . . .
I contemplated carrying on carrying the Caracal C. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered my ill-fated Smith & Wesson 686 whose trigger lock failed mid-string. On video. Lady Luck had shown me her firearms-related capriciousness once. Maybe she fancied a second demonstration of her affiliation with that legal eagle Mr. Murphy via my United Arab Emirates’ nine mil. As much as I tried to push the thought away, I couldn’t.
That same voice inside my head (not one heard in RI hotels) raised another important point: what if I use the Caracal C for a defensive gun use? “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the defendant would have you believe that he’s a safe, sensible, law-abiding gun owner. And yet Mr. Farago, a self-appointed member of the so-called ‘Armed Intelligentsia,’ knowingly used a defective firearm against a child armed with a Diet Dr. Pepper and a pack of Mentos.”
So I click-clicked 15 Speer Gold Dots from the C’s slick, sturdy mags and lay the Caracal to rest in my gun safe. Goodnight, sweet prince. And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. Actually, given the ribbing Ralph’s given me for choosing an unproven gun for my EDC and sticking with it after the drop-safe dropped ball, I’m going with “Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times.”
Even as I threw metaphorical dirt onto the C’s symbolic grave, I started thinking I’d keep the Wilhelm Bubits-designed Caracal C as a curio. Before turning his hand to the Caracal, Herr Bubits co-created the Steyr M, an update/evolution/rip-off of fellow Austrian Gaston Glock’s Glock. Which kinda makes the Caracal C a Glock 3.0. Limbo-low bore axis, mid-engine layout, 3.5 lbs. trigger pull and la piece de la resistance (as they say in Lutzmannsburg): snout-mounted Quick Sights.
Where was I? I bought a Glock 19. Which I won’t carry until my RKBA Kydex holster arrives. Due to shipping delays and a Kahr PM9 that plays she loves me/she loves me not with hollow-points, I’m left pocket carrying a Gemini Customs Smith & Wesson 642. From fifteen rounds (plus a fifteen round mag) in a rapid-fire semi-automatic firearm to five rounds (plus five more in a Hail Mary speed loader) in a snub-nosed revolver. The 642’s a fine piece: ported with a slick trigger job. But it’s my back-up gun. Oh wait . . .
The C’s replacement—the CP661—will no doubt retain its predecessor’s awesome ergos and crouton crisp trigger. It won’t blow-up or fire when dropped. It might even be available with Quick Sights. As I contemplate carrying Caracal 3.0, Ralph will tell me to wait until the Arab manufacturer redeems itself in the reliability department. Say, ten years. We’ll see. Meanwhile, I’ll miss my old EDC. When I do, I’ll visit her in her new home at the back of the safe. ‘Cause if you think I’m sending it back, you’re dreaming.