Another southpaw R9s owner here. I'm an experienced shooter who shot competitively in college and has owned literally dozens of handguns of all types. Nevertheless, I've had ongoing problems with my R9s since I got it last month. Karl Rohrbaugh re-designed the mag release on my pistol to address magazine self-eject problems I was having. These
mostly fixed the problem, but now it's jamming.
Rohrbaugh Firearms is attentive and concerned, but could not duplicate any problems I've had with the gun.
I go back to the range tomorrow with a friend. If
he has problems, the gun goes back to the factory, again. I'll post more about the problems in that case.
Perhaps it's an altitude thing, Sawbones (although I can't see how that makes sense), because the Rohrbaugh factory has no problem with my gun and it was jamming with
everything when I got it back.
Anyway, my first range session was c. 125 rounds (I also don't find it to be all that onerous to shoot, but then I've owned a 21-ounce Ti .41 mag snubby
), my second about 25, then it got sent back and Karl and Eddie shot it, then I got it back and put another 100 through it. I've just gone to the second recoil spring (the first one was short and thrashed).
Recent problems jamming were with WWB, 9BPs, Silvertips (recommended to me specifically by Karl as his carry round), and 147-gr Gold Dots (which actually seemed to do
better than the other rounds). I really hope my friend is able to successfully shoot my gun tomorrow (which would mean that
I am doing something wrong and not the gun), since I'm really getting sick of the problems I'm having with this $900 pocket pistol that my wife gave me for a tenth anniversary present. (The tenth anniversary is today, by the way.
)
It cost a fortune, I don't feel I can rely on it so I don't carry it, I'm sick of calling the factory, and I'm sick of looking at the thing and worrying about it -
NOT what my wife intended for a landmark anniversary present to me!
(I had our jeweler make
her a nice diamond ring . . . .)
Sorry to hijack the thread with my train-of-worry.