When I first moved to Alaska, I settled in an area known to be saturated with grizzly bears. For protection, I bought my first hand gun, a Ruger Blackhawk in .44 magnum. I bought it in Tok, Alaska in 1973, and after a good bit of practice, was able to draw and fire pretty quickly, and with a moderate degree of accuracy. I loved the way it looked, but it didn't fit my hand. My little finger was under the stocks rather than wrapped around it. I sold it when I moved to the city because the recoil and the noise took all the enjoyment out of shooting. But, all in all, the Ruger is as beautiful as a gun is allowed to be.