And one of the reasons that I sold my Ruger Alaskan in .454 Casull to someone who actually appreciates pain.
Check the video. Then gird thy wrists and everything else.
This is nothing more than a gun of Extreme Circumstances. That is to say, if Cloverfield monsters or a Kodiak bear is invading your yurt and you’re left with no other recourse.
Because, as I realized then (why I sold the thing), sometimes handguns become dreadful to shoot. The .454 was such a revolver. There was no pleasure. There was only expense and shock and recoil. And then shock at the cost of .454 rounds. Holy crap. 20 rounds for +$25. Guess what? Only 20 rounds went through that Bad Boy.
But misunderstand me not. I used to hike around historical railroad tracks in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Prime ground for bears and mountain lions. Saw the scat, saw the prints, heard the stories.
You might as well upscale to the .458 Winchester Magnum and kill all the ghosts.
In the meantime my standard carry is a Springfield XDx .45.
BZ
Learn to shoot what you have accurately and triple tap if necessary.
Truer words. It was just fun to have the Ruger whilst I did. It was also versatile. I could have used it for a boat anchor as well.
BZ
Or quadruple tap to be really sure.
“Trust, but verify.”
BZ
An excellent Russian proverb.