A few days ago the Bubbleheadgunnut wrote a short review of the commie Makarov pistol, which I can recommend (the review, not so much the pistol) if you’re into such things. I bookmarked it for further attention, because I’ve got a Mak that has always given me mixed feelings.
Ian got me a great deal on this pistol when I still had my townie job and wanted something smaller than my 1911 that I could wear in the shop, and that I absolutely was not afraid to get all scratched up. The little Mak fit the bill perfectly.
When I learned what a solid and reliable carry gun it is, I expected to fall in love – or at least in like. I don’t really know anything about
9X19 (or 9X18, for those who insist that I sound like I know what I’m talking about) ballistics, I’ve heard it’s a little hotter than .380 but I normally sneer at anything smaller than .45 ACP because I’m a guy and that’s how I roll. It’s heavy for its size but that makes recoil hardly a factor – which it definitely is in my Hungarian PA-63 in the same caliber. The sights suck and the trigger sucks worse but both are far better than the PA-63. In fact except for the fact that the PA-63 is slimmer and lighter, the Mak is a superior pistol in every way I can think of. It’s utterly reliable, very inexpensive or was six years ago, shoots a round that isn’t completely contemptible, and is surprisingly accurate for what it is. I have no rational reason to dislike the Mak as much as I do. But when I want to really conceal a pistol, I carry the PA-63 and the Mak stays in the drawer.
Why? This guy.
Yes, I know that’s not a Makarov. But that’s the image the Mak has for me, that it’s a pistol designed for shooting uppity proles in the head. Don’t write to correct me, I’m perfectly aware that it isn’t … completely … true.
But when I was growing up, this was the uber-badguy.
And I think that’s even a still from some movie, which shows you how completely emotional and irrational I am about the Mak. To me, it says “Soviet Oppressor” in a way that AKs never have. I hate it because I grew up hating them. Ich bin ein uppity prole.
And that’s why you should never pay attention to any gun review written by Uncle Joel.