Since I can remember I have always wanted a semi-auto pistol, but could never quite justify the cost of one to my significant other or even myself for that matter. Recently, a fellow from work favorably mentioned Hi-Points in passing, especially the accuracy, warranty and price. In searching around, I found his information certainly seemed right on the nose. Reviews generally ranged from terrible for those who had never owned one, to glowing for those that had. I take this as a good sign and call the local gunshop who happens to have a brand new c9 Comp sitting right there. Having no significant other to discuss the matter with anymore, I immediately declare it as mine. This greatly confuses the person on the phone. At lunch I race across town, at speeds that somehow don't attract the attention of the local law enforcement. The woman behind the counter hands me the C9 sitting smugly in the display with it's far more expensive kin. I move off to the side to look as I am somewhat uncomfortable looking down the monstrous barrel of the .50 rifle sitting out on the counter. What would someone hunt with one of these anyway? Something really menacing I bet, like a Buick or maybe an LTD. The woman gives me a strange look as I smile at the thought of blowing giant holes through my old Ford LTD. Hated that car.. I had never held a semi-auto pistol before but it fit decently in my hand and was not overly weighty. I release the clip and examine it, trying to look like I know exactly what I'm doing. "Yep! I'll take it." I fill out the security form and wander around the store waiting to see if the Federal Government is going to hold the fact that I can't seem to ever pay my taxes on time against me. Within a few minutes she is putting the gun into the box on the counter and filling out a sales slip. "Um.. I need one of those.. uh.. things to put it in.." Excitement and nerves have wiped away all traces of intelligent thought. "A holster?" she asks. "Yes m'aam, one of those please." What can I say, I was raised Southern. "..and a box of range ammo as well please." She tries a few holsters and finds one that fits it and puts that, with the box and a box of Magtech ammunition in as well. I try to wipe the silly smile off my face as I write a $150'ish check. Out in the car, and finally on my own and unintimidated, I pull the heavy slide back a few times. It is more difficult to move than I imagined it would be, but I had read about the design of them and knew there was a reason for this. I drive back to work and don't get anything done. There is only one thing on my mind now, so I sneak out and head straight to the public range..with no targets..or ear protection. I tear off some pieces of paper and stuff them in my ears hoping they will do. There are two others here today. One with an AR type carbine, and another a few stalls down apparently sighting in a medium sized cannon. I manage to find a piece of cardboard with less than a dozen holes, put it downrange on the 25 yard pole and load up my first clip and let a few rounds fly. The recoil is far less than I expected. I finish off the clip, and go through another two, smiling the entire time as I start loading the fourth. "What? oh.. um ..yea go ahead.." The ringing in my ears has subsided to the point where I am able to discern things in the human vocal range again. I set the clip down and go check mine as well. The cardboard clearly has a lot more holes in it than it did before. I claim this is my doing since there is nobody else around to dispute it and collect my things, deciding that it's time to leave while I still have some prayer of my hearing my son when he comes home from school. Oh yes... I'll be back.. this time with targets.. and ear plugs.