No doubt my Dad for both. He shared his love of hunting and firearms of all sorts with myself and my two younger brothers since before we could walk. His biggest handgun when I was a kid was a SRH in .44 mag topped with a Leupold FX-II. Although not a big boomer by today's standards, I certainly remember thinking how big and bad that gun was that, at the time, I could barely hold out in front of me. Looking back to how I felt then, it seems almost comical now that I shoot a 18" long, six pound, scoped .460 Mag.