Years back, my old boss and I would occasionally take an afternoon to do some serious .22 shooting at the local strip-pit dump (I miss the old illegal pit dumps-all have been reclaimed and closed). We were both very good shots and had a blast challenging each other to hit tiny bits of junk. I always had my .357 Magnum with me loaded with a HOT load of W296 under a 125 GR JSP, but I rarely shot it.
Every once in a while guys would show up and start blasting away with their wondernines. They couldn't hit the side of a barn. They would, however make snide remarks about to big grown men with their little kid .22's. We could shut most of them up by shooting a tight group around one of the 9MM holes in an old fridge. When that didn't work, I would quietly switch from my 617 to my Ruger GP100. Waiting until the scoffers were aiming their crunchentinkers (Jeff Cooper-woot!) to fire six quick, accurate shots with the ear splitting W296 loads from my Magnum. One guy dropped his Nine he was so startled
I recent years, I've not had anyone question my manhood for shooting .22's. People realize the value and fun to be had form the little rimfire.