I always find these threads somewhat amusing.
Having spent time as a police officer, I have seen .22 shooting victims. I've never seen one who didn't know he'd been shot. In fact, all the victims were either writhing arond on the gurney, or were totally out of it, as in unconsious.
We had one shooting with three victims at once, from an assault. There was this bar on Comercial street in Trinidad Colorado called Giovani's. One night in April of 1978, a buch of punks attacked a couple guys who were not of thier crowd, with pool ques, beer bottles, and a knife or two. The two young guys being attacked fled out the door and into the street. The attackers chased after them. One of the young men being chased had a cheap little .22 RG revolver in the pocket. While running, he fired all six shots back at his persuers. Three of the shots missed anything.
Three did not.
Shooting victim number 1- When we got there just a few minutes later, he was laying in a fetal position, with a bullet in the lower stomach area. He was unresponsive aside from whimpering in pain. Survived after 5 hours of emergency surgery.
Shooting victim number 2- was hit in the upper area of the shoulder, was sitting on his butt leaning back against the wall of a store, moaning that it hurts, he needs an ambulance. Was in a great deal of pain, was not walking around.
Shooting victim number three- was standing around, macho posturing, with a bullet hole in his upper bicep of one arm. Saying how getting shot don't bother him at all. As the EMT gently took his arm and turned it to check for a exit wound, Mr. macho yelled "OOWW, don't move it man!" So much for getting shot not bothering him. I guess it didn't as long as that arm didn't move.
As all three of the shooting victims were of the family that was the town slime, not much sympathy was expressed for them, expept to take up a collection for the young man who had to defend himself, to get shooting lessons.
But, of the bunch of 6 to 8 of the attackers, all of them hit the pavement ducking for cover when fired on, and the three that were hit were done for the night. On capturing the two young guys who were attacked, one was found with a .22 RG revolver that had been loaded with .22 LONG, STANDARD VELOCITY. This was established by a few spare rounds of ammo in his pants pocket. The .22 had stopped an assaault by a group of known gang members, who were at the time drunk, or in some cases, high on something else. There were no fatalities, but all hit stopped what they were doing imediatly.
One other shooting I witnessed in my life, involving a .22 convinced me it was nothing to underate.
When I was a kid, dad took us to the mountains for the weekend. It was common in the 1950's for Washinton D.C. people to escape the city heat by going to the mountians. We went to the Shenedoah National park usually, and rented a cabin. This time we didn't make it all the way. We had stopped for lunch at a picnic ground just outside of Front Royal Virginia. A few other familys were there, and mom had a packed basket. As we were settling in, three men came out of the woods. Rough, dirty, and looking less than upstandng. Two of them had a large sheath knife on a belt. They came up towards our table and asked dad if he had any beer money.
At this point dad had placed himself between us and the men. Dad often carried his old Colt Woodsman when traveling, and this was no exeption. He'd had it since 1937, and it was part of him. It was tucked in back of his right hip, but forward, inside the waistband.
One of the men, maybe drunker or more brazen, I'll never know, stepped closer and started cursing dad, calling him some pretty bad names because dad was not giving them a hand out, saying how he could afford a nice new Pontiac Star Chief, so he should be able to give them a few bucks. Again, dad politly told the men to leave. It was not to be.
The more abusive one took out his large sheath knife and threatened dad. Dad took out his Colt .22 and told the man to back away and leave us be. The man with the knife again cursed dad, telling him he didn't have the guts to use that gun, and then he took a step towards dad, and dad shot him.
The man kind of hunched up and staggered a little, partly doubled over, then cursed and came at dad again in a lunge, and dad shot him two more times. The man fully doubled over, going to his knees for a moment, then falling over on his side and going fetal. He moaned loudly for a moment, then quieted down. After a moment all movement and moaning stopped. The man with the family at the next picnic table went down the road to a pay phone to call the police. The other two men had fled at the first shot, and were nowhere to be seen.
The police investigated, and dad was found to have acted in self defence. The other family as witnesses helped, as was the fact that the dead man was a known trouble maker with a record of assaults.
Seeing someone die right in front of you makes a life long impression. Maybe thats partly why I see these posts and some of the replies, I have to just shake my head. A .22 is like ANY gun, a very dangerous weapon. It will kill you, and stop an attack. I don't know where the mythical 250 pound crack adict is that is going to absorb a bunch of rounds and then take the gun away from you. When you take out a major organ, blood presure drops and the person looses concousness. Heart and liver make up a large part of the center of mass in the human torso. take them out and the person goes down. Some people need to stop reading those gun magazines and the bull hockey they print to sell the stuff the advertisers want them to push.
Is the .22 an ideal defence gun? Of course not. A .38 is better, as is a 9mm. But on the other side of the coin, if you have a .22 and you do your part, it will work just fine. The thing that is going to make a difference is the man behind the gun. Who would you put your money on; a inner city gang banger holding his High Point sideways, or Bill Jordan with a .22 target pistol?
With some economic hard time, some people can't really afford to shoot alot of ammo aside from .22's. What would be better for a person to use if something goes bump in the night, a ..38 or whatever that hasn't been shot in a year, or the .22 they just had out at the range day before yesterday. The .22 that they have been putting hundreds of rounds a week through because they love to shoot, and the .22 is the only gun they can afford to shoot alot?
The human factor is the wild card. It all comes down to the person behind the gun in the end. Gun club comando's who quote Guns and Ammo magazine not withstanding.