My Mom carries a Mauser .25 in her purse. She's had it at least 60 years. She got it from my Uncle.
Uncle George was visiting another man's wife in the afternoon, he was an iceman in Louisville at a time when that made sense.
He was a truly huge man and handled 200lb blocks of ice with no problem.
He was stepping out of the back-door, when he met the husband with the .25 Mauser. The angry hubby planted a .25 in my uncles thigh, Uncle George reached out and took the Mauser away from him.
He later gave it to my Mom. I don't know if he ever had the slug removed. Uncle George passed away about 20 years ago in Albuquerque, he was always the cowboy of my Dad's family.
. . . sorry. I couldn't help myself.