Wife's Python
Bought a '73 4-inch factory blued Python from a friend's father-in-law's estate for $350 back in 1996 or so...I've thought about selling it a couple times, as the prices went through the $1,000 range, but My wife won't let me. Yeah, you heard me right...I'll take my lumps on that one.
But the thing is...she's right. That thing is a beauty, and, even trying not to wax poetic, perhaps the pinnacle of the revolver as an art form. That double-action pull may be a little long, but mine is...silky. Liquid. And cocking it turns it into a damn rifle; that single-action trip is glass-rod-breaking crisp and SOOOO light. If you can squeeze it, tame your flinch response, concentrate on your sights, and bed into a good rest, you'll bust watermelons at 100 yards 5 out of six times....even with just the four-incher.
But that's not what it's for. That's my wife's baby, her defense gun. She keeps it loaded with Federal .38 Special +P Hydra-Shoks, and practices with .38 +Ps, and can put six into a paper plate at 10 yards just about as fast as she can squeeze them off. She's got her Jerry Miculek reload down pretty good...though not quiiiiiite as quick. I wouldn't want to be on the other end.
Seems to me that a few, if not most, of the negative responses to the original post are from folks who have never gotten to know one of these pistols...and some are just laughable ("I much prefer big bores"...what?)
When I couple my personal experience with this Cadillac of revolvers with the undeniable cultural cache the Pythons have always projected...well, my vote is obvious.
Besides, watching my wife shoot her Python in her short shorts and bikini top makes me feel funny.