Even though the Model 29 Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum (the "Dirty Harry" revolver) was officially released in 1957, their production was so slow that I saw my first one only in 1963. And the circumstances surrounding that event are worth retelling.
You may know that I was a gunsmith, starting my training at the age of 13. So by the time I was 18 I was a seasoned hunter and target shooter and collector. I was at a shooting range one day competing in the NRA's 1,000 yard, 1903-A3 .30-'06, Springfield, Ohio, Open Sight Nationals. That's where you take an old WW1 battle rifle and, using only open, "iron" sights (no scopes), you shoot at a man-sized target 1,000 yards away. That's three-fifths of a mile! And yes, we actually hit it every now and again.
But this day was different. That day while I was competing there was a conversation a few yards away. One that I couldn't help overhearing. It turns out a fellow down the line had just been presented with a Model 29 S&W. The biggest and baddest and heaviest weapon one could carry. 3 and 1/2 pounds of man-sized revolver. If you ran out of bullets you beat the guy to death. I'd never even seen one so I was distracted a bit. In fact, I removed my ear coverings so as to catch the conversation between the two men.
The recipient of this wonderful present ($1,000, 60 years ago!) wasn't an experienced shooter, he said. His friend was trying to explain to him what he'd been given. While the guy was loading it up with .44 Magnum rounds. Bringing the weight of this monster to a full 4 pounds. And just like that, he aimed it at a target. While holding the revolver with both hands, only about a foot in front of his eyes. As in, up close and really personal. As opposed to held out arm-straight, with all body parts tensed up real good.
And for many, eyes closed, head turned and flinched up real good.
While I was computing all of this, I finally realized this guy was about to screw up badly. He was about to fire off this cannon within a foot of his kisser.
I started to yell, "Don't Pull That Trigger!," I got out "Don't..." as he pulled the trigger.
Uh Oh!
I should start by saying the .44 Mag was the most powerful handgun available anywhere at the time. It shot a 245-grain lead bullet at about 1,400 feet per second. Look at your middle finger back two wrinkles, and you'll get an idea of the size of the round. And as with Newton's Third Law, the recoil from this brute is a bitch! As that heavy bullet leaves the barrel, the gun simultaneously punishes the owner with a tremendous kick.
Held properly, as in at the end of an outstretched arm, it will kick your hand upon firing more than a foot and a half into the air, and twist your hand counter-clockwise a full 60 degrees. It was a joke back then that it was better to be in front of one of these than behind it. While trying to aim and shoot. Most sort of aimed and then closed their eyes. In short, it is a most unpleasant gun to shoot. Nor is it pleasant to be on the receiving end. Put simply, it will shoot completely through a car. Even hiding behind a car's engine block does not guarantee one safety.
It will also bruise your hand before you can fire its 6-rounds.
In this instance, the revolver fired, assaulting the new owner with its ferocious kick. A kick which smacked him right between the eyes. Burying its steel notch rear sight deep into his forehead. Right between the eyes, breaking his nose and splitting his upper lip. Resulting in his legs kicking forward, and his body reeling backwards. Knocking him clean out.
For a split-second his entire body was airborne. And then he fell with a "Whump!"
I stopped shooting and ran to his aid. He was knocked out cold. His forehead was an awful shade of reddish purple by the time I arrived. He had rivulets of blood running down each side of his nose. Which by then had swollen to about double in size and turned a bright shade of blue. His eyes were swollen shut as well. He was really messed up.
There was a medical team on site and they tended to his injuries. After a minute or so he came to, and was aided in standing. By then his face was blown up to about twice it's normal size. He was led to the ambulance and taken away. I never learned what became of him, but I really should have followed him to the hospital. I'll bet I could have bought that gun on the cheap...