BobWright
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I followed the conversation concerning the Carryhawk and it seems most seniment that anybody who carries a Single Action for defense is an idiot. That places me in the idiot category. This is on my side every time I go out:
Its a Ruger Blackhawk, in .45 Colt. The .45 Colt has been proven to be a very effective sidearm for over one hundred years. Yes, there's newer gun around. But newer does not =better.
I've carried Single Actions of one kind or another for over sixty years and never felt undergunned. The only time I ever pulled my gun for a serious situation was when I found myself nearly surrounded by some old cottonmouths.
I had been fishing with some friends down in southeastern Georgia, along a creek in some heavy wooded area. I was armed with a Colt Frontier Scout .22. It was nearing dusk when I saw a half sheet (4' x 4') of plywood floating down the creek. Coiled up on it was a fair sized old cottonmouth. I drew that Colt and fired one shot, almost severing its head. As I shot there was a commotion on the bank to my right and another cottonmouth tumbled off the undercut bank and I threw a shot at it, which did sever its head. The shot still sounded when a third one slithered between my legs. I shot it as it reached water, cutting off its head and stuffing its neck into the hold blown in the soft mud. Water rained down on my hat brim from the geyser thrown up. Nearly as fast as I could swing my arm and get off a shot I had shot and killed three cottonmouths Without ever moving my feet!
And, as to having a .45 ACP cylinder, sure makes things interesting:
Bob Wright
Its a Ruger Blackhawk, in .45 Colt. The .45 Colt has been proven to be a very effective sidearm for over one hundred years. Yes, there's newer gun around. But newer does not =better.
I've carried Single Actions of one kind or another for over sixty years and never felt undergunned. The only time I ever pulled my gun for a serious situation was when I found myself nearly surrounded by some old cottonmouths.
I had been fishing with some friends down in southeastern Georgia, along a creek in some heavy wooded area. I was armed with a Colt Frontier Scout .22. It was nearing dusk when I saw a half sheet (4' x 4') of plywood floating down the creek. Coiled up on it was a fair sized old cottonmouth. I drew that Colt and fired one shot, almost severing its head. As I shot there was a commotion on the bank to my right and another cottonmouth tumbled off the undercut bank and I threw a shot at it, which did sever its head. The shot still sounded when a third one slithered between my legs. I shot it as it reached water, cutting off its head and stuffing its neck into the hold blown in the soft mud. Water rained down on my hat brim from the geyser thrown up. Nearly as fast as I could swing my arm and get off a shot I had shot and killed three cottonmouths Without ever moving my feet!
And, as to having a .45 ACP cylinder, sure makes things interesting:
Bob Wright
