Twice, I have wanted a handgun while in the field. One time, I had to dispatch a vehicle hit doe with 3/4 ounce of #9 shot, a situation that could have gone bad. Another time, my Wirehair got in a serious dustup with a raccoon that almost outweighed her. Neither the coon or Eva would stay still long enough to allow me to end the fight, which went several rounds until the raccoon was dead. Another situation that could have gone bad. In both cases, a handgun would have been the proper medicine. Years of spending time on deserted beaches with my wife and four daughters has made me respect the handgun as a necessary part of wilderness vacations.
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