I have always enjoyed small game hunting with a handgun.
I use only factory sights.
For me, it has to do with using woodscraft skills to get close enough for the shot.
Like bowhunting with a firearm - labgrade
I grew up doing this with Mentors & Elders as a kid.
We didn't have, much less use camouflage, and I still don't.
We used what guns we had; it was about skills of being in the woods, and the Software part, the Guns themselves played a more minor role if you will.
One just used a gun that fit them, in which they had the correct basic fundamentals down pat, and had quality practice with.
One learned their skill limits, and stayed within such limits - hence the woodscraft skills.
If one could always hit a golf ball sized target with a .22 Revolver like a High Standard, H&R, Iver Johnson, at 25 steps/yards, or the same with a Ruger Standard semi-auto, then that is the distance they limited themselves to.
Golf ball about the size of a squirrels head.
Get "close" , rub two quarters together, and the squirrel would come around the tree, and one could make a clean ethical kill.
Model 10 with fixed sights, and 4" barrel, I have felled many rabbits.
Bone Stock Gov't model of 1911, and mild target load, felled many rabbits as well.
Ditto for BHP.
32 caliber revolvers were popular when I was growing up and the term "Trail Gun" was attached to these.
Just a handy handgun and caliber to fill the pot while on the trail.
Squirrels, rabbits, grouse, and other game were often referenced in Ads for these .32 cal "trail guns"
Pest Control around the property.
Normal when I was growing up for folks to have a single shot shotgun at least behind the back door;ditto for one in the barn.
Trucks had gun racks and cars most likely had one in the trunk.
Between a long gun and garden hoe, well a garden hoe felled many a rattlesnake or water moccasin near water.
Garden hoe "shooed" many a feral cat.
Money was tight, so folks did not "spray and pray". Then again, folks grew up learning to shoot, with correct basic fundamentals.
.22, 32, 38spl, and various shotgun shells were in coffee cans at the hardware store, so one could buy just one, or three or whatever they needed.
That said, handguns were "just what one did". Hardware guns, in .22, .32, and .38spl were popular, since they were less money.
Ladies always had a handgun, and they could flat shoot.
While the shotgun/.22 rifle/ 30-30 may have been put on the back porch, the handgun was on person.
Especially with a Prison Work crew out doing road work [chain gang] one always paid attention.
Chain Gangs, knew folks were armed, and could shoot, so it was rare any real incidents took place, those that did, did not work in the escaped inmates favor.
My Grandma could shoot anything, and shoot it well! She toted what we call a Model 10.
Rabid dog come around, and she would get between me, other kids playing and shoot one time, and DRT.
MY very own .22 revolver, she gave me, she used more than once.
One time a bunch of feral cats came onto property and near the covey of quail that lived back there.
Hen house, and some new baby chicks.
I was about 4 years old and she takes my gun, and being smooth, quiet, and me on the back porch paying attention , sneaked up and shot feral cats.
She did not miss, and came back with two ctgs not fired.
She unloaded my gun, and reloaded it back to nine ctgs.
I will never forget this, and other times she did this. Flowered print house dress , halfway between knees and ankle, with a apron and just smooth, quiet, fast and taking head shots and the feral cats DRT.
Got a burlap bag, shovel, toted the cats down to spot where a brushpile was, and that was that.
I was sitting on the tailgate of a farm truck eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich , and sipping milk from a mason jar one day.
Grandma, myself and other folks were messing with a farm pond, clearing brush, and Grandma put her hands over my ears.
The Mentor on the backhoe, stopped, and took a Gov't 1911 and shot a Spike Buck, in season.
I still knocked over my milk and it went off the tailgate, breaking the jar, I was, surprised!
Grandma removed her hands and put mine over my ears, and she eased off to the side, a doe came running out, and was heading straight for that tree where Grandma was.
She shot it with her Model 10!
Long guns were in the truck, just the handguns were on person, and ...well...
"run what you brung".
How raised - what you do.