I've had a bunch of good handguns. A number of which got sold or traded and are missed. Others not so much. Own some that I like very much due to some combination of ergonomics/quality/accuracy/whatever. Some that are cherished because of connections to friends and relatives who've passed on.
However. [deep breath]
I know this is going to set me up for all kinds of jabs about "compensating", but my
favorite is either my .500 S&W or my BFR .45-70 (not the Century in the middle as much as the other two; it's just too stinking big/clumsy to be fun). Touching them off typically trips my giggle switch and I invariably leave the range in a better mood than I had when I got there if I'm shooting them. That's all there is to it: they're fun.
