A four inch barreled one sleeps in my nightstand, also sporting walnut grips. What a joy to shoot!
I was at my outdoor range one dark and cloudy day. I had the end station, as the place was fairly crowded. Range cold, set up my target and prepared to do some shooting. I was firing mild .38 specials, all went fine. Another pause, and when the range went hot again I switched to .357 Mag. *BOOM* big fireball, dust falling from the rafters, me giggling like a schoolgirl, and I notice no one else is firing. I look to my left and EVERYBODY is staring at me, with the "WTF izzat?" look. Seems they were all shooting .380 or 9mm.
Good times.