I feel ya on the Uberti 58 Remmy, but for some reason, I can't shoot a Remmy worth a wooden nickel. My wife, on the other hand, tears up bullseyes with it. It's her pistol, so that's the good thing, but I just wasn't happy enuff with it to get one for myself, when the Colts feel so instinctive.
Then again, like they say, one man's drink is another man's poison.
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