I don’t get gun engraving. Sure, OK, why not? But then, why? Engraving a perfectly proportioned, well-made firearm (Bulldog, Bulldog, bow wow wow) would be like tattooing a world class beauty like Angelina Jolie. You know; before she wore a necklace dangling a vial of Billy Bob Thornton’s bood. Strike that, then. And hands-up. I recently bought a 1911 engraved with the three initials Sam and I use to remind each other that we’re stuck with each other throughout all eternity—and beyond! Tastefully done, of course. Anyway, if I was going to highlight a U.S. Supreme Court case on the snout of my revolver, it would be Miranda vs. Arizona. Just sayin’. Or, in that case, not.