Billy, that's a good question! Maybe it was just dumb luck. I loaded some boar loads for my blackhawk back in the seventies, and I'm sure glad it was a Ruger. The first shot like to have broke my wrist. So I unloaded the rest, and started over again. I must have got one mixed up, 'cause my dad-in-law wanted to shoot it, and the third round dotted him purty good. When he saw the blood dripping, he decided he was done for the day. I took the rest home and weighed them to make sure there weren't any more uh-ohs. Scotty