The Ballistic Pendulum: A 'Short' Story (Annual Repost)

by FOG, Tuesday, January 15, 2013, 06:08 (4333 days ago)

No, it's not The Pit and the Pendulum, but the basic principle is the same. (Sort of...)

I was 'raiding' the American Handgunner archives the other night, and in the January/February 1978 issue, the late Jeff Cooper described the need for measuring relative 'pistol power' in IPSC competition during the era before the affordable electronic chronograph.

The answer back in the Dark Ages was, The Ballistic Pendulum.

The year was 1976 when I first encountered one of these things, and it was perhaps the most dastardly, deviously designed and conceived contraptions that I have ever found on a firing line.

The scene was a decidedly unsanctioned 'IPSC' match sited in the quintessential dry gulch of the (really) Old West. Matter of fact, I don't think the 'range' had even seen 'backwater' since the Jurassic Period.

Then again, I wasn't quite the Master Class shooter myself. Far from it, in fact. For one thing, I was at a rather - How shall we say it? - tender young age. For another, my equipment selection left more than just 'something' to be desired.

So, having little room and no inclination to offer up any complaints to the powers that be, I knuckled down and conjured up the real meaning behind the Boy Scout motto: I brung what I had and persevered.

At least I had the ballistic bases pretty well covered, or so I thought.

Being a teenager (a.k.a., unabashed smart a**), I of course knew everything about the 1911 so I naturally chose to use a revolver instead, albeit a pretty decent one: A brand-spanking-new 4-inch Colt Python.

And I was ready to meet the monster, too: I brought my own reloads (!).

Of course, I told no one this. Ever.

But seeing as how the statute of limitations has probably passed, I guess it's OK to let on now.

Like the loyal little trooper I was, I worked hard that summer furiously scooping ice cream, watching every penny like an old miser, then wound up blowing nearly the whole wad on the gun plus accoutrements, including reloading gear.

So, diving right into the trusty old Speer Manual that I miraculously had the wits not only to buy but consult, I found the .357 Magnum page and got to work.

I also whispered a silent little prayer.

You see, I worshipped at The Handgunner's Holey Temple of the Triumvirate: Cooper, Keith, and Skelton, and it was there on the Second Altar that I prayed. From that lofty vantage point, there could be only one course to ultimate vindication and victory, the one that could slay a dragon if need be!

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