You should have seen them all, poncing around the place with rifle scopes bolted on their 'this week's new fashion' pistols.
And if you haven't got one - you're not in their gang.
I had a shot on Bruce Allum's example (one of the more reasonable gang members it's fair to say). I'd describe the trigger action as how it feels to pull your coat through a rusty barbed wire fence.
As for hitting the Quigley bucket once - what is it they say about enough monkeys and typewriters to accidentally produce the works of Shakespeare...?