For critters and human vermin, it’s perfect trail medicine. Then again, if danger is 20 yards and going away, perhaps you should let it. What this means is that you might not be able to hit a bear’s behind with it past 20 yards. 45-caliber bullet, if so loaded, and the lands of the rifling. 410 shells, a significant gap exists between the. Its only downside? Due to its lengthy cylinder that accommodates the. It’s available in stainless steel, so keep it in your holster on your waist and fear not the rust bunnies. Say you’re hanging your treestand and a rabid skunk charges. 45 Long Colt rounds? Put the venerable Taurus Judge at the top of any trail gun discussion. Had the 42 been with me when I bumped into that big rattlesnake, I’d have no big rattler problem now. 22 Magnum bullets where I aim every time. Its break-open action is not fancy its hammer is stiff its sights are embarrassingly plastic. Likely marketed for preppers, in reality the Model 42 may be the ultimate camp and truck gun because its cheap plastic stock is indestructible and therefore owners shouldn’t worry when it’s thrown in the truck box along with the tent stakes. Savage’s Model 42, a newer version of its 70-year-old and wildly popular Model 24, offers the best of both. 410-shotgun may be the ultimate snake charmer, but who wants to lug a shotgun on a Sunday scouting stroll? Besides, snakes are but one of many rare pitfalls camouflaged on the shadowy path, and plenty of times a rifle and its added range is handier. Here are five guns that are perfect for summer scouting, camping and snakes on the trail. The moral of the story? Handguns are handy, but with normal ammunition, they suck for snakes. Not wanting it to find asylum, but not being able to see its head, I fired, and like usual when I shoot at a snake with a handgun, I was left with ringing ears and a very ticked-off rattlesnake that now dwells under my cabin. 40-caliber Glock 23 and moved around the agitated serpent to avoid shooting my truck. I don’t mind snakes, and I often let them live, but my porch steps are treacherous enough without a pit viper sleeping under them, thank you. Let me tell you, it was impressive! He recoiled and rattled while I regained composure and checked the standing of my shorts.
Instinctively I lurched back just as six fat feet of diamondback rattlesnake showed me his dental work.
When I sat my tackle on edge of the shack’s porch, I was startled by sudden commotion 6 inches from my hand. One morning in mid-June I stopped by my cabin to grab my fishing gear.