MY INTRODUCTION TO THE HI POWER came at The Gun Room, a store that used to be in Dearborn Heights, Michigan. We had a shop party at the boss’ country home one weekend. We were, of course, shooting everything imaginable because we were all into not-the-usual firearms. I was eventually handed a Hi Power.
To give you the full impact of that moment, it was a commercial-blued, tangent-sighted Browning and slotted for a stock. It wore Nazi proofs and was pristine. I loaded it up and hammered away.
Hmm, I thought to myself. The recoil seems a bit sharper than I’d expect from a 9mm.
When I was done, the owner looked over in horror, and asked, “What are you doing?”
I looked down and remarked, “Bleeding, I think.”
Hammer…
