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By Jon Tracy
Hi! My name is Maggie. I know that’s not a very exciting name, but I’m not a very exciting gun. I don’t like to talk about my looks, but if you must know, I’m a stainless steel Ruger Service Six with walnut grips. Some people might call me plain, but to be honest, my mom always told me that looks were superficial, and that people should respect me for what’s inside. So there’s that. She also told me that one day, I’d find someone who loved and respected me for being who I am…and guess what? I did!
His name is Jon. He’s really nice; I think you’d like him. Jon carries me all day in a very comfortable leather holster on his right hip. I used to ride in a Kydex one, but Jon told me that I’m a classy gal and I deserve a classy ride, so he got me the leather one. Told you he was nice!
A little about me; I was born in 1976; in fact, the side of my barrel even says “Made in the 200th Year of American Liberty”. It makes me feel patriotic, and I love the fact that I was born in a place that understands and respects me. I can shoot .357 and .38; I’m not a picky gal, but I have to say, I kind of like the kick that a .357 has. I’m the kind of lady that can pack a punch, you know?
I did have another guy before Jon; he was a State Trooper and he carried me for many years. I don’t remember a lot of that (I was pretty young at the time), but I’m told he passed away kind of suddenly. It makes me a little sad to know that I couldn’t save him from illness; I had his back for years, but sometimes there’s nothing that can be done. His wife wanted to make sure that my next owner was someone that would respect my heritage and take good care of me, so she gave to me to Jon.
Anyway, enough about my early years. Today I got to go to the range! It’s my favorite place in the world; green grass, blue skies, the gentle “ting” of bullets bouncing off steel plates…there’s really no place like it. I got quite a workout in, but I have to say; even after 200 rounds, I wasn’t even breaking a sweat. My double action trigger was clicking along like the day I was made, my no-snag sights were dead accurate, and my walnut grips gave Jon a perfect grip all day. I love when I’m able to work the way I’m supposed to!
When we got home, Jon made sure to clean me right away. “A clean gun is a good gun”, my mother always used to say! Tomorrow I get to ride in my comfy leather holster again, and I’ll have Jon’s back, all day, no matter what. I hope he never needs to use me, but if he does, I’ll be ready.
Before I went to bed in the safe with my other friends, I looked around and realized that even though there’s lots of guns here, there’s none quite like me. I come from a special place, from special people, and I have a personality all my own. I’m Maggie the Magnum, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.