I suppose I should have added this yesterday, but I didn't think about it. I SHOT my first 44 magnum, not long after I got my first handgun, back in the late 70's I guess I it was.
I was at the club range, and was the only person there, until a fellow pulled up and got set up. After watching him for a few minutes I spoke up and asked him what he was shooting. He said he was testing out his new Model 29, 44 magnum. He said it was a custom job he'd had built for himself. It started life as a 4" Model 29, and had had the barrel cut back to 2 1/2" inches, (started with a 4" to keep the roll marks centered). Then he'd had the big N frame grip cut off, and a K-frame grip welded on, had a trigger job done, then had it sent off to be Magna-Ported (the "rage" in those days), refinished, added Pachmayr grips (another rage), and here it was.
He asked it I'd like to shoot it. I declined. He insisted. I was scared to death. I'd seen Dirty Harry and knew it was the "most powerful handgun in the world" and no doubt kicked like the proverbial mule, but I couldn't tell a stranger that. I really couldn't tell myself that could I?
I fired three rounds. No idea what kind of ammo. They might have been bunny fart reloads, or they might have been fire breathing dragons. I'd like to say I put three rounds right smack in the center of the target, but I don't know. It didn't kill me, and I don't remember being particularly awed by the recoil at all. I think I hit the berm with all three rounds.
It's possible I got some details wrong about the gun It was a long time ago, and frankly he could have told me it was a modified 1911 and I'd have probably believed him, but that's the way I remember it now. I guess it lit something in me because I've wanted a 44 magnum ever since, but to be honest "Dirty Harry" already had the fire pretty warm anyway.