In ‘83 when I bought my 4” 24-3 I was staying at my parents for a couple months. I got home from work around 2AM and my dad said four guys got out of the car across the street and disappeared into the shadows. I took my loaded .44 and went out to get the license #. The guys were back in the car in a hurry and my dad had already called the cops. They came to our house and asked me to ride with them. They then drove up to a car pulled over by another cop car asking if that was them. I said no. They smiled then moved on. They were testing me I think, because then there was another one pulled over and I said that’s them. They had robbed a house down our street and got caught instantly. I think about that sometimes when I look at my bellicose little .44.