Back in 1986, for my 21st birthday, I treated myself to a Bisley Blackhawk. I wanted the .44 mag, but the only one I could find locally was a .357 Mag, so I settled for that.
Up at the family hunting camp, it was 125 yards from the back porch to the three-tier barbed wire fence. With my arms resting on the porch railing, I could hit one of the fence posts, going 5 for 6 at least and sometimes 6 for 6.
I shot and killed a feral goat with it once at a tick over 150 yards. Two shots into the lungs, with the shots being 2 to 3 inches apart.
Pop cans and clay pigeons at 100 yards were hit with almost boring regularity, too.
I don't have the .357 anymore, but recently bought an N.I.B 44 mag. Bisley of the same vintage and am hoping it'll shoot as good as my old one did.