I make a point of never cloverleafing pistol bullets at any range but know they are capable of that, particularly the pocket rifle variety. Back when I was several decades younger I did some fairly magical chitt with a RSB at 50 yards offhand. Still have one of the targets buried somewhere, will post it one of these days.
My best was a cement truck I "killed" one day with the first shot from a Colt Army issue 1911. At 300 meters. Won a case of beer with that shot. Somewhere along the way and a dozen or more pistols along the way they lost their appeal and became little more than tools. Quigley described my view well enough I guess.
I do ponder now and then if a LCP can cap a pig in the face. Probably won't test that since it's stunt shooting.
Dan the Other
I am..........disturbed.
Concerning the difference between man and the jackass: some observers hold that there isn't any. But this wrongs the jackass. -Twain
Miss Annabell had just returned from her big trip to New York City and was having refreshments on the front porch of her daddy's mansion with her southern belle friends. She tells them the stories of her trip as they stare spellbound. "You just wouldn't believe what they have there in New York City," says Miss Annabell. "They have men there who kiss other men on the lips." Miss Annabell's friends fan themselves and say, "Oh my! Oh my!" "They call them homosexuals," proclaims Miss Annabell. "Oh my! Oh my," proclaim the girls as they fan themselves. "They also have women there in New York City who kiss other women on the lips!" "Oh my! Oh my," exclaim the girls. "What do they call them?" they ask. "They call them lesbians," says Miss Annabell. "They also have men who kiss women between the legs, there in New York City," sighs Miss Annabell. "Oh my! Oh my! Oh my," exclaim the girls as the sit on the edge of their chairs and fan themselves even faster. "What do they call them?" they ask in unison. Miss Annabell leans forward and says in a hush, "Why when I caught my breath, I called him Precious."