Several years ago, I used to go packing up in the wilderness areas with a grizzled old cowboy who was crippled up in one leg. We both had pack strings and found that we got along pretty good together. He always packed an old Smith and Wesson .38 with stag grips. Anyway, one particular outing, we were having a similar discussion about handgun calibers. His reply to my opinion on various cartridges was, "Tell me...just how much deader than
dead can you kill somethin'?"
After thinking it over, I figure the ol' boy made pretty good sense.
