it is a lotta gun...put a hole in the hood of my truck, demolished the scope that was mounted up top, cracked the windshield...but it did not draw any blood. I don't know, for certain, what happened, although it might have been a case that had a hairline split. this other time I'm plinking at things w/a .38 Taurus ultra-light and a bullet ricocheted back from a chunk of concrete I'd shot at and hit grazed my temple, the frame of my glasses. Enough force had been expended that it did nothing more than scare the hell out of me. Don't tell my wife!
I wanted to hunt whitetail with the Casull, but after that experience I've shied away. Have a .50 that's a blast to shoot...shot at some old paint this once...sent the cans and paint flying fifty feet into the air. I don't reload .50s!