We didn't have g meters in the Mustangs but the g we enjoyed maximising to the pre stall buffet was when a break was called to forestall an incoming firing pass and, with vision seriously impaired, still be able to see the tracers missing. Tended to make you "cut a few washers".
The reverse break to try to counter attack had one's vision right back to grey-out. It must hasve been good for the heart muscles.