This'un weren't me. My father-in-law, who I had never seen with a gun, was all the time talking about all the different kinds of guns he had had when he was a kid, and the amazing shots he used to make. Uh huh. So I'us taking the family shooting, and he wanted to come along. We get out to my range, and on the other side of the canal, maybe 40 yards from where I'm parked, there's a big pine tree full of huge pine cones. In the back of my pickup I have a box full of loaded pistols. Jim reaches in and pulls out my Mark 1 bull barrel, points it over across the canal at the pine tree, and starts going pow pow pow. And every time he went pow, a pinecone fell out of the tree. Then he put that one down and reached in the box and pulls out my six inch Python, and again starts going pow pow pow at the pine tree, and again the pinecones keep falling out of the tree. Then he puts it down and reaches in and brings out my Gold Cup, and again, pow pow pow and the pine cones fall out of the tree. I'm standing there thinking, "maybe them stories weren't BS. That sumbich can shoot!" I will admit, all three of those guns were target pistols, but they were my guns. He'd never touched them before. Impressed me.