True story....
My my father carries a custom Randall on his hunting holster. He's got 45 years of LE and is cowboy as cowboy gets.
On an elk hunt in Idaho, a hunter (new to the group, and not well known or liked by the majority of the group) got excited and took a shot at a bull from about 400 yards away... despite having never shot further than 100 yards in his life. He neglected the fact that my father was about 150 yards closer... AND DIRECTLY IN THE PATH OF THE BULLET HE WAS LAUNCHING.
My father said he was stalking to get get a closer shot when he heard a bzzzzzzzzz go passed his head, and then the loud boom. He dropped face first into the dirt and then the second bzzzzzzzzz came by... and then a third... all misses. The bull was harvested by another hunter in the group, on the other side of the grove they were in.
Needless to say my father was beyond the point of being a little pissed off. The other guy, 15 years his younger, tried to play the tough guy role as a defense... several guys had to grab my old man to keep him off the guy.
The quote of the hunt was, "I'd leave you out here in these hills, if I didn't think someone would recognize my Randall stickin' outta your chest."