In Massachusetts, carrying a magazine that holds more than ten rounds is strictly verboten. So I slap a .45 caliber Glock 30SF into a kydex holster and call it good. In Rhode Island, a 17-round Caracal mag’s good to stow. And so I do so. In Texas, heat! Pocket carrying a five-shot .38 snubby’s about all I can stand. In general, I try to carry as many rounds of as large a caliber as I can. But that’s me. I’m not a caliber snob. But Sr. Noir’s not wrong: there are millions of gun owners who worship at the church of the .45, ready, wiling and oh so able to lord it over their lesser-calibered cousins. While I don’t begrudge the .45istas their freedom of religion I worry that they’re over-confident in their round’s “stopping power.” Many, if not most of them don’t seem to understand that caliber is just another variable that may or may not determine your target’s ability to kill you or your loved ones dead or worse. They’re . . . complacent. Your thoughts?