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A full moon lit up the Texas Hill County as I drove to a hunt just south of Kerrville, and I made a game out of adding up the value of the axis deer roaming wild on the roadside. $100,000 on the hoof? It was starting to add up to some real money. The axis bucks make a gorgeous mount, but for this hunt, my intended trophy would be more precious: game to fill the freezer.

A couple weeks earlier I called up Bryan Wilson of Frio County Hunts and threw a few challenges his way. I was hoping Bryan could get me on some big pigs, but my budget was meager and I really only had one day to hunt over the next month. Oh, and I like to hunt with an open sighted revolver.

As it would be a full moon when the hunt was to be scheduled, Bryan said he could get me on some big pigs (and boy can he ever), but they’d all be coming at night.

Hunting pigs at night with an open sight revolver is a particularly inadvisable approach to the business at hand. Even with a spotlight illuminating the target, you have to choose: pigs or sights? You can’t see both. You need to see both.

So I resigned myself to harvesting Mr. Pig with night vision and a suppressed AR pattern rifle, as is the common practice.

Then Bryan called with a different option. Frio County Hunts specializes in low fence Hill Country predator, pig, and white tail deer hunts. But Bryan knew a local land owner with some Red Deer. A high-fence Red Stag was well outside of my budget, but since I was interested in a freezer trophy anyway, Bryan asked if a low fence spike or Red Hind would work?

Heck yeah it would work and now that I knew my quarry, I could return to my weapon of choice.

The author's Ruger Bisley .45 Colt (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved)
The author’s Ruger Bisley .45 Colt (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved)

During the previous year, I’d dedicated myself to hunting with open sight revolvers, mostly Ruger single action New Model Blackhawks.

I’d pursued my quarry with .45 Colt “Ruger Only” loads. My chosen ballistic recipe: a 310 gr Cast Performance bullet. Exiting the muzzle at 1,200 fps, the load proved perfectly and reliably lethal on the Hill Country’s smaller-sized white tail deer and wild pigs.

Internet searches of Red Deer led me to conclude they were larger than the deer and pigs that had succumbed to my favored .45 Colt. Much larger.

The author's Ruger Superblackhawk Bisley in .480 Ruger and hunting rounds(image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved)
The author’s Ruger Super Blackhawk Bisley in .480 Ruger and hunting rounds (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved)

I decided a new purchase, the Ruger Super Blackhawk Bisley in the almost forgotten .480 Ruger would be my tool of choice for the hunt.

The Ruger Super Blackhawk Bisley gives buyers plenty of BANG! for their big bore buck. They are relatively inexpensive to purchase and to modify, parts are plentiful and their general design makes for a reliable, powerful revolver.

I found two commercial rounds at two of my local guns stores. Those were the 325 gr Hornady XTP and the 275 gr Speer Gold Dot Hollow Point. The Hornady factory load is leaving the muzzle at 1,350 fps, and the Speer is moving 100 fps faster than that. Either of these loads would do a number on wild pigs, black bear, or any white tail or mule deer that ever lived.

But in terms of prey and projectile both, I was interested in something bigger. The massive 410 grain hard-cast lead gas-checked flat-nosed bullet from Cast Performance would be my bullet of choice.

Working up a load with Winchester 296 powder, I eventually settled on a charge that would print extremely consistent two-inch five-shot groups at 25 yards off a rest. This heavily lubricated and tightly crimped round exists the muzzle at 1,250 fps.

 Ruger Superblackhawk Bisley in .480 Ruger in-hand (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved)
Ruger Super Blackhawk Bisley in .480 Ruger in-hand (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved)

Sure in my choice of revolver and round, I packed the pistol in its simple holster and loaded up the biggest cooler I owned.

I met up with Joe Esparza, a buddy of mine who would be photographing the hunt, as well as Bryan at an intersection near the ranch where we would be hunting.

The ranch wasn’t regularly hunted. There were no blinds or other traditional Texas-style hunting structures. To get within handgun range, Bryan set up a pop-up blind in a clearing where the ranch owner often set protein in a small trough style feeder.

We arrived about 30 minutes prior to sunrise and settled in. As the valley in front of us was illuminated, I was greeted with the rugged beauty of a Texas Hill Country landscape.

JWT's hill country homestead, 1980's. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)
JWT’s hill country homestead, 1980’s. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)

Fleeing the gulf coast and the wake of Hurricane Allen, my family moved to this area when I was a small child. Since then, I have travelled the world for fun, for work, and for war, but I’ve always returned to the refuge of the limestone and live oaks.

Dawn showed up. The deer didn’t.

Joe and Bryan served as Marines in Iraq. I was an Army medic in Afghanistan.

We passed a couple of hours talking about our time in the service, our post-deployment experiences, and the people and places we know and knew. Combat veterans make up less than 1% of the American population, scattered across the earth. And yet, somehow, we all know each other. The War on Terror is like one hot, sandy Kevin Bacon and nobody’s more than two degrees of separation apart.

To our left, down the tracks of a dirt road, a stag appeared.

Alone and adolescent, he was between his winter and summer coats. He was perfectly healthy, but the large sections of hair that had shed around his neck, as well as his youth, made him appear weird, gangly and unkept. Brother, I have been there.

Juvenile Red Stag (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)
Juvenile red stag (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)

He made it within 100 yards and stopped. I watched him curl his lip up and stick his tongue out. A wave in the little blue stem grass around us told the story. The wind shifted and pushed our scent toward him. Alone as he was, he had no use for our company.

He walked around the clearing in front of us, crossed an arroyo, and moved towards the hill opposite us.

As we watched him climb the hill, disappointment was overcome by hope. Other stags came into view.

Until that morning, I’d never seen one walking about, and when I saw the adolescent male, I considered them to be fairly sizable animals. When our shy new friend met up with his bachelor group, I got a glimpse of the size of an adult red stag. He dwarfed our young friend. My first thought: I need a bigger gun.

I am not unfamiliar at all with the Ruger Blackhawk and Super Blackhawk. In just over 30 years, I’ve used these revolvers to harvest dozens of deer, a few javelina and innumerable pigs. The .480 Ruger, however, was entirely new to me.

Prior to the hunt, I spent a little over 200 rounds testing some commercial loads, as well as working up my accurate, powerful big-game hunting load for the gun.

My home-rolled round sported some high numbers in foot-pounds of energy delivered, but no matter the arithmetic, I had never personally seen its effect on game as large as anything I was looking at. I was now unsure of the round, and more importantly, my capability with it.

Looking for hope. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)
Looking for hope. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)

Bryan and I spied more tan rumps in the hills above us. Soon enough, the bachelor group slowly headed up in elevation. Hoping that they would lead us to the hinds, we left the blind and stalked after them.

The faint sounds of hooves and flashes of tan rumps through the cedars lured us higher into the limestone hills. I could see two big bodies a couple hundreds yards away to our right and a bit below us, heading up a saddle. Bryan maintained visual contact with our original bachelor group and circled higher and left to see if any of them had a brunch appointment with a lady in their lives.

I hunkered down in a brush pile and waited for the deer below to walk up.

Waiting for Hinds, finding Stags. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)
Waiting for hinds, finding stags. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)

As I sat in the brush, I propped the gun up on the cedar limbs to take aim along a trail leading up and out of the draw. If things went well, the deer would pass within 30 yards of my position, a relatively easy shot. As I aimed, I was reminded of one of the few things I don’t like about these Ruger revolvers: the sights.

The Super Blackhawk Bisleys have fixed serrated ramp front sights and adjustable rear sights. They are well enough made, but all of the surfaces are flat black. There’s no white outline around the notch of the rear site, and no coloration on the front.

Sitting there in a shadow, aiming in a shadowed area, I was likely to be looking at a dark brown target, focusing on a dark front sight, through a dark rear notch with confidence as not as high as it might have been. Still, at such a short range, I hoped it wouldn’t matter.

It didn’t matter a bit. The first thing I saw of the animals as they ambled up the draw? Their antlers.

Bachelor group. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)
Bachelor group. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)

I headed up the hill and met back up with Bryan. We watched as the entire group, now five adult males, traveled to the back side of the hill and into the safety of the thick brush below.

Glassing from up top would prove fruitless, so we decided to get a Polaris Ranger from the ranch owner and head to the far side of the property.

A considerably braver man than I, the owner opted to drive the short way. We were practically vertical driving down one side of the hill – and then straight up the other. Once at the top, we followed a ridge line to get to an area where we could glass.

Just as we took a tight turn through the brush, a healthy spike bounded down the back side of the ridge we were traveling across. Low fence spikes were fair game.

I hopped out of the vehicle and went after him, big iron in-hand. Sneaking up behind him with a cedar tree for cover, I heard him bound straight down the other side of the ridge and into a steep canyon. Holstering my revolver, I hurried after him.

About the third time I slipped and fell down the canyon rocks I realized that all four of his legs were younger and surer than my two, and this was a losing battle. I made the decision to mount a tactical withdrawal.

It was now past noon, and knowing he was somewhere between the two ridge lines, we would spend hours trying to box him in and get a stalk on him, to no avail.

Up and down the limestone hills. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)
Up and down the limestone hills. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)

Although I had no shot to take with it, I was pretty glad I had chosen to hunt with a mid-weight hunting revolver. At 48 oz., the .480 Ruger Bisley weighs about a full glass of water more than a standard 1911 Government. In this configuration, it is easily carried in a strong-side hip holster.

There are more powerful guns, such as the .460 and .500 S&W Magnums, but those guns weigh considerably more, and are usually ported or otherwise compensated for recoil. The Bisley carries better, draws easier, and is far less obnoxious in muzzle blast and noise. Walking up and down the ridges that day, I was grateful for the sidearm on my hip, as opposed to a heavier rifle in my hands.

My day’s hunting was fading fast. We hadn’t spotted a female Red Deer, and only briefly glimpsed a fleet-footed spike. We’d had an equal lack of success with blind hunting and spot-and-stalk methods. We decided that if we were going to fail, we wouldn’t work so hard at it.

The long walk back. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)
The long walk back. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)

The ranch owner left with the Polaris. so we took a long stroll back to the blind.

At 4 pm, back in the blind, the entire bachelor group was in our little clearing, but cautious. They kept their distance, circling in front of us, catching our scent, and backing off. I was almost entirely sure this hunt would end without a round fired. Then Bryan got my attention.

From inside the pop-up blind. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)
From inside the pop-up blind. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)

At the bottom of the opposite hill, in the same arroyo our gangly friend had crossed earlier that day, right in front of us, two females were rising up and heading toward the feeder trough.

An adolescent female was the first to come out, pushed by a mature adult hind. She was almost exactly the same color as her counterpart, but the mature female was a third larger. There were seven moving animals in front of me. Only one of them could be my target.

We’d been after these deer all day. What happened next lasted only a couple of minutes.

Until that moment, the stags were wary and uninterested in feeding. Suddenly, they charged the trough. They weren’t interested in mating – the stags were pushing the hinds away from their food.

The females ran, each alone and then together and apart again, to get to the trough without getting injured by the males. As there was only one animal among the herd I could shoot, the pandemonium of their giant brown and tan bodies was some kind of dusty, quadruped shell game.

At some point, I got a clear view of her front shoulder. I pressed the muzzle of the Ruger out of the blind’s front screen.

When we first arrived at the blind that morning, I used a laser range finder to note that the feeding trough was 61 yards away. At the range, from a bench, I was very comfortable putting a round inside a 10″ circle at 100 yards. My own experience has told me to halve that distance when in the field where hasty positions are more common. I had also practiced quite a bit shotting from kneeling without a rest at 50 yards, and was consistently printing 5-inch groups at that distance.

That meant that anything between me and the feeder was fair game, but anything past that was out-of-bounds.

I would have sworn – in a court of law – that the hind was between myself and the feeder, and to one side of it, when I unleashed my bullet. In reality, I shot when she was just over 10 yards beyond the feeder, and on the other side of it entirely.

It’s strange how the brain works. I certainly put my sights on her when she was on one side and closer, but as my focus narrowed to nothing other than my front sight and the spot on her shoulder I had chosen, everything else in the world ceased to exist.

I remember the serrations on my front sight. I remember the quiver of her hide when she ran. I remember it felt like the trigger pull was a mile long. I don’t remember the 350 lb animal crossing behind the feeder, then turning again toward me, putting that same dark spot right over the Bisley’s front sight. The hammer fell.

It was a lousy shot. I fired as she turned and hit too far back.

Missing her shoulder altogether, my round punched a hole through her last rib as she was quartering toward me. Ignoring the bone, the massive bullet continued in a straight line, through her abdomen, and then through the top of her femur and pelvis, shattering both before exiting.

Her body bent as her legs went out from under her. She stumbled a total of 15 feet, and hit the ground. Shot placement is king, but a big heavy bullet sure will make up for some shooter error.

With her down, alive but immobile, I squeezed off a second shot. It looked like the ground just under her belly spit a pile of mud. Thinking I had somehow shot very low, I thumbed the hammer back and fired again, adjusting for a higher point of aim. The round kicked up dirt again, but this time well beyond her.

Heart breaker. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)
Heart breaker. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)

As she was still immobile, I sprinted out of the blind to get a better position for another shot. It wasn’t necessary. In the heat of the moment, perceptions were misleading, again.

That second shot, which I thought had missed low, had also struck true. The heavy bullet took a chunk out of her heart as it passed completely through her body. It felt like minutes between shots. It was, as the thermal camera video would show, about 20 seconds.

It was impossible to miss the huge red holes in her thigh and side as I walked up. She was done.

.480 Ruger exit wound. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)
.480 Ruger exit wound. (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)

As Bryan walked over, I had a moment with just me and the animal.

In an ancient custom of the Old World, I put a little green grass around in her mouth, in the hopes that her last experience would not be terror, but the taste of the sweet greens. I said a traditional prayer of thanks for her sacrifice, and my own prayer of acknowledgement, a refrain I’m sure many an old soldier has voiced: “There, but by the grace of God, go I.”

Bryan and I quartered up the deer and shoe-horned the meat into a 75 gallon cooler. The heart had a healthy chunk taken from it, but it was still large enough to cut into slivers and pickle for snacks throughout the year. The large femur had been completely shattered, with a neat exit hole behind it. The heavy slug passed right through the big animal, impervious to anything in its path.

Several times throughout the day, especially when I saw how wary the deer were, I thought I’d go away from that hunt empty handed. Despite my poor first shot, and largely because of the exceptional performance of the round, I ended up with a lot more than just a nice walk through land I loved.

Red Hind, JWT, and Bryan Wilson of Frio County Hunts (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)
Red hind, JWT, and Bryan Wilson of Frio County Hunts (image courtesy JWT, all rights reserved.)

Bryan Wilson turned out to be not just a great guide, but a good dude, too. I would drive home with at least as much as I hoped for when I set out early that morning. I formed a friendship. My pistol was proven, and my freezer was full. I hiked the Hill Country. Fine trophies indeed.

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  1. Nice shootin’, Tex!

    Reading this impresses upon me that I now have to get out and see if I can accomplish anything with my .44 Magnum revolver on white-tailed deer.

  2. The .44 Magnum obviously has the high ground for handgun hunting of big game from deer on up to elk, caribou, moose, and of course for protection against bear, especially in Alaska. This is where the .44 Magnum has the dual advantage over the .357 Magnum and .38 Special, including even the 9mm Luger Parabellum. However, when it comes to hunting small game: rabbit, squirrel, and grouse, next to a .22 or .32, the .38 (148 grain .38 Special wad-cutter) .357, and 9mm have the upper hand. Especially so the .38 Special and 9mm Luger. And I suppose too the .45 Auto. Too, these likewise remain practical for dispatching vermin such as skunk, rabbit, and squirrel, including butchering livestock. CCI’s classic .38 Special shot or “snake load”: No. 9 shot is highly effective on killing rattlesnakes up close with a head shot. If I lived in Alaska, a .44 Magnum would make perfect sense, or if I were a serious handgun hunter of big game. But for the vast majority of the public the .38/.357/9mm/.40 S&W/.45 Auto cannot be equaled for “self defense/house protection/conceal carry” for armed defense and security against the predatory two legged criminal vermin! Even the classic pocket automatics such as the .32 Auto (7.65mm) and .380 Auto/9mm Corto Short have their places.


      “Mr. Madison, what you just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response, were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.”

  3. I forgot to mention dispatching vermin such as raccoon. Yes… to a .22 or .32 the .38 Special in it’s 148 grain lead target wad-cutter loading is ideal as it hits like a brick, expends it’s energy into live animal flesh, and is lethal and deadly! A raccoon is one wild animal that must never ever be approached, cornered, or threatened as they can be vicious, aggressive, and dangerous! Though I would certainly prefer a .357 Magnum against a cougar attack while hiking, camping, or in the outdoors, a .38 Special will still kill a big cat with a head shot.

  4. Excellent! I got chills in the part about you time with the animal after the shot… powerful stuff.

    Shortly after your last review I tracked down a 454 Casull version of this gun (took some searching and calling, had almost given up and settled on the 45 Colt version). I fully plan on trying to take a deer with it come next season. A very heavy box from Grafs showed up at my house this week and I snagged some Trail Boss and HS6 locally to work up some softer loads to start out with… lots of practice ahead of me!

    Question… what holster is this?

  5. I know it is soul crushing to have the animals suffer at all. I hope if I ever hit an animal with a pistol/revolver it is a clean shot, I am glad you were able to follow up with a beautiful shot. I was only able to use my new to me Blackhawk once this year and the two young does were 80 yards out, I wanted 25 yards or less. I am hoping to stretch out to 50 yards+ this year.

    • Jeff the Griz,

      I am pretty much in the same boat.

      I have to spend some time and figure out the most accurate load for my .44 Magnum revolver. I was planning to shoot 240 grain softpoints and now I am thinking that I should stick with 300 grain hardcast lead. I initially stayed away from the 300 grain hardcast lead loads because they only have a muzzle velocity of about 1250 f.p.s. Based on this article and several others that I have read, I don’t think that is a problem out to 50 yards.

      • As long as you hit the vitals, a 300gr flat nosed hard cast bullet moving over 1100fps will absolutely do the trick on any white tail at 50 yards, from any angle you hit them from.

        • Mr. Taylor,

          That is the consistent message that I hear from multiple sources. As long as that heavy 305 grain hardcast lead bullet impacts at 1100 f.p.s. or faster, they appear to be devastating on almost any game animal.

          I think of those big heavy hardcast bullets as basically a 3/4-inch coring tool because they effectively remove (destroy) a 3/4-inch diameter cylinder of tissue and bones as they cross the animal’s body.

          Congratulations by the way! Taking a deer with a revolver is on my bucket list. I have harvested deer with shotguns, muzzleloaders, centerfire rifles, my compound bow, and my crossbow. I have yet to take a white-tailed deer with my revolver.

        • Uncommon, I’d like to remove any doubt you have about the heavy 44mag loads and white tail deer. Last season I drove out to cull some does near Burnett, Texas. I had 1 Ruger Bisley Hunter and 6 rounds at the beginning of the day. At the end of the day I had zero rounds and 6 white tail doe.

  6. Good hunting story. A better balance of this, as opposed to the political, would be appreciated. Like the revolver. Guessing this is the same one you wrote about recently. Enjoy the venison.

  7. As I scrolled to the photo of the heart and the description of the path of the bullet, I had that familiar smell hit me.
    It’s a mix of gratitude, a fresh quartered animal, hide, and Joy with a hint of sadness.

    I need to make a candle with those essences.
    Or maybe I’ll just call Gwyneth…

    Well done Jon.

    • Tom,

      It’s a mix of gratitude … and joy with a hint of sadness.

      I could not have said it better myself.

      I feel gratitude and joy that I was able to secure a load of wonderful meat. And I feel sadness that a magnificent creature died to make that happen.

  8. I haven’t taken any deer in a long while. It seems that father time has taken a toll out of my legs. I can still shoot straight, but can’t stalk like I used to, and you will never, ever, ever find me in a tree stand.

    I need stories like this one so that I can relive the hunts, including that strange moment just after the kill. I always felt a mixture of elation and regret. Depending on the precision of the shot, or lack of it, sometimes there was more of one than the other. Every time, I asked apologized for killing one of the world’s most beautiful creatures, and then gave thanks for that wonderful venison.

    Thanks, jwt.

  9. +1 on equipment and ammunition selection.

    I was on my first deer hunt last November. Minnesota. 3rd day, freezing my toes off. It was near 0F.

    A doe runs. Shoulder in the crosshairs. I take the shot. Bang-flop. Deer down.

    Later inspection showed an entry/exit in the intestines, near the spine. (Didn’t properly lead the target.) However, the .308 180gr ELD hand-load made up for my lack of experience – a Mach-2 projectile will do that. The round severed both femoral arteries – not quite Dead Right There, but close enough.

    Later, my nephew used that rifle and my hand-loads to take two young bucks in quick succession. All freezers filled; mission accomplished. Even the poor are eating donated venison.

  10. Excellent read JWT, thank you!!

    I’ve been hankering after that .480 or .454. It is reputed to be built better than average. I don’t have any use for the .454, but it would make a hellacious .45 ”long” Colt.

    On the sights, a thin gold vertical line up the front sight would be real nice. Seems to me I got that idea from Elmer Keith. A Bowen rear sight would be a good match. Heck, having Bowen work over the whole package would be _awesome_.

    • Wood,

      Perhaps I can help you with the venerable saying, “There is no replacement for displacement.” Or as they like to say in a certain card game, “Go big or stay home.”

      Personally, I would go with .480 Ruger over .454 Casull every time.

      While that .454 Casull might produce higher muzzle velocities, a heavy .48 caliber bullet at respectable velocities just seems to be a better way to stop a big animal quickly.

      And to illustrate the point, which do you think would stop a moose faster:
      (a) 240 grain .44 caliber bullet impacting at 2000 f.p.s.
      — or —
      (b) 960 grain, .88 caliber bullet impacting at 1000 f.p.s.

      I would put my money on the 960 grain, .88 caliber bullet impacting at 1000 f.p.s.

      In case you did not notice, that second option is double the first option’s diameter (caliber) at half the velocity. (I had to increase the weight fourfold to maintain the same sectional density.)

      • Don’t need to try convince me of the benefits of heavy and slow cast loads. I’m on board. Since I already handload .45 colt, that one makes good sense for me. .480 is a whole new learning curve and maybe justifiable for hunting outside Florida some day. With a mess o’ kids to raise, we’ve been shooting bows lately anyway 😉

        • Wood,

          Ah. Assuming that your hunting will be focused in Florida, your .45 Colt chambering is more than adequate for Florida’s quarry.

          Now you just have to get out there and do it!

          (So do I!)

  11. Excellent write up. Reminds me of my time in Germany, hunted many red Stag all over Europe. if you ever have a chance hunt one during the Rut. The Roar is something you will never forget.

    Though much bigger than Whitetail they are not much tougher, very think skinned.

    Great shooting and the meat is very tasty.

  12. At the end of January I went hunting for the first time out in Frio County. I live in San Antonio, and went out to a ranch owned by a family with whom I go to church. They had a rule, only shoot does or undesirable bucks. I took a nice whitetail spike, got 32.5 lbs of meat off that guy (not including the backstrap). A very enjoyable first hunt, I definitely will be doing it again.

  13. Excellent story JW. I too fled Hurricane Allen from the gulf coast as a youngster. We went to DFW. The Hill Country would have been so much cooler.

  14. I use .44 mag 225 gr VTX coppers on deer in my area which are much smaller and weigh 100 to 130 lbs. Haven’t had a problem taking them down as the round peels open quite a bit.

  15. I love iron sight revolver handgun hunting. My Ruger Bisley experience was with a 45 Colt loaded with RCBS 45-270-SAA hard cast bullets with 10 grain of Unique for about 1076 fps. I shot a trotting elk cow four times in the chest, in a group you could cover with your hand. She wanted to keep up with the rest of the herd no matter what. If you hunt enough, you discover animals don’t lay down and die in their tracks and shots aren’t guaranteed to be perfect, so keep shooting. This is not to say practice in field positions and good fieldcraft aren’t our ethical goals. Hope to coyote hunt with a handgun if I ever get to the hill country again.

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