Thanks for the info CN. Curious, do you prefer six shooters are semi-autos? And 480-grain?!?!? What the fuck. Planning on taking down elephants anytime soon?
I do prefer six-shooters (and othernumber-shooters. i have thenm in 5, 6 and 8 hole variants. The 8-holer is another Clements custom, a .22LR "Single-Eight" and it is my other Real Pretty Gun alongside the big 500L.
I would definitely favor semi-autos for combat/carry. They are more reliable under harsh field conditions than wheelguns. Revolvers are very intolerant of getting dirty; drop one in the dirt and it could be game over.
Autoloaders also have a distinct firepower advantage - more rounds per charge and very fast magazine change if you train at all.
But since I am more of a paper puncher and a handloading aficionado ... i appreciate the almost infinite load versatility of the revolver. Anything from a squib load that just clears the bullet from the bore (I'm cuming! moaned the 80-year-old, pwuh!)to a load that'll f'n turn an autoloader's mainspring into a cold-forged washer.
A well-built revolver is also inhumanly accurate. You have to sink
thousands into a target-specialized auto (and then shoot it with its one tuned load) to match the accuracy of a Freedom Arms silhouette gun.
And final bonus ... no policing up casings. After i've stalked the cunning paper target and dispatched it by multiple hits in the vitals of the black circle ... i can demurely dump my still-gritless empties into the bobbed milk carton i'm using as a spent brass cup.
Finally, a sixgun just feels really good in my hand. My favorite cartridge, bar none, is the .357 Magnum. Strong enough for most duties, light enough to be pleasant shooting. (Loud, though. Muffs every single time.)
Peopel have indeed used the .475 and .4500 Linebaugh to take Africa's Big 5. John L. would wryly observe that a .475 flat-point will traverse pachyderm cranium "like a block of cheese". i adore the romance of a large double rifle; were I still making real money i'd be on the serious lookout for one of the fine old English sidelock doubles in a "fuck you, Jumbo" chambering. Just because they are radiant with coolitude on so many levels. But were I out in the savanna with just my .500 on my hip, I would fear no (nonhuman*)evil, because Simba and Jumbo and Mr. Cape Bovine Pest would be required to
really listen to the instrument of my dissenting opinion.
*Against a coupla skinny guys with AKs and a shopping list for tusk or horn, mind you, I'd be fucked.