While livin' in WY, my carry weapon was a .41 mag Ruger Blackhawk. Hell, you could throw it on the truck seat and be on your way. Not to mention wear it in a leather holster rig while shopping in WalMart or eatin' in a diner. All was acceptable - and there wasn't a helluva lot o' crime.
Here in Commiefornia - you know, The Tarnished State, The Land Of Fruits and Nuts - if you have more than a pen in your pocket you'd better be glad to see someone. So many whining liberals afraid of guns and, unsurprisingly, corresponding resultant crime. So I live in a northern, sparsely populated county where it's easy to get a permit to carry, although most of my time's spent in the woods where you don't need one. Sheriffs up here like for people to be permitted, stating that given the terrain and miles they likely won't be here on time. Well, maybe for mop up.
So, my bodily concealed pistol is a Kimber Ultra Crimson Carry in .45acp.
Doesn't hold a candle to my .41 mags for stopping power...
But it's easily concealed, shoots straight, and it'll cure what ails 'em.