It was a little gun. It couldn't have weighed more than 5 pounds or looked more harmless if it had had a cork and string. But that was far from the case. The day I bought it, my friend Steve and I brought it to the range. I put up a turkey target, chambered a 3-inch magnum shell, took aim, squeezed the trigger, and felt the earth pivot as a shock wave traveled from my shoulder to my brain, where it did several laps around my skull, then finally shot out through my toes.