Before they married, my brother and his friend Jeff took my bro's girl friend out to shoot. She was from Chicago and had the love-hate relationaship many urban folks have with firearms.

They were using the very high dam of a farm pond for a backstop, and they set up some cans and paper targets. Teri shot a .22 rifle and did fine, then "the boys" handed her a .357 Magnum revolver loaded with .38 Specials.

She did even better, outshooting both of them at abour 20 yards. She really liked the .38 cartridge, in fact.

So...Jeff winked at my brother and loaded five .38 rounds and made the last round a .357 Magnum +P load -- about a heavy a cartridge load as was available in the caliber.

Teri cranked off the shots -- bang bang bang bang bang KABLOOEY! -- and have put all six rounds into the center bull of the target, turned to the guys and said, quite innocently, "I think there more powder or something in the last one."