Famous last words. A conversation my wife and I had today got me thinking about a time almost 20 years ago when this was the case. I had been to a gunshow and bought the most audacious handgun I had ever seen. It was a stainless steel derringer, don't remember the brand but it was an Alaskan Survival model. Top barrel was a 45LC/410 and the bottom was a 45-70. Now the top barrel was a lot of fun but the bottom was another story. I took it to the hunting club and showed it to five or so of the guys. Then I decided to shoot the 45-70 barrel after several cold beers and some prodding from my friends. I had purchased some Remington 405 gr trapdoor loads as they were the mildest I could find. Still when I touched it off, I hit the target from about 10 yards but the part of the derringer behind the trigger had really scobbed up my middle knuckle. Not to be outdone my best friend said " if you can do it so can I, hold my beer". So it went until all there had to "prove their manhood" and shoot the gun. After all the "hold my beers" we all had the skin knocked off our middle knuckle on our right hand.