I remember one day as I was a young lad here in NY being eye level and two feet from the grips of on of those, it was in the holster of a Trooper who held to door for us as we entered a store. I remember looking at the nickle plated rounds in his belt and wondering if the were silver bullets like the Lone Ranger had. I was awestruck by the gun, enough so that I remember it clearly almost sixty years later.