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Hiking Stick Part II | May 2009 | ||||||||||
Dan Martinez |   | ||||||||||
In July of 2008, I wrote about a fun little gun I had picked up, an
H&R Pardner Compact shotgun in
.410 bore. The name of the story was “Hiking Stick” because my purpose for
it was as a “have-along” for the efficient dispatch of pit vipers while hiking.
The main thrust of the story was how close it came to being subject to NFA ‘34
restrictions once I replaced the buttstock with a Choate polymer pistol grip.
Even if a shotgun’s barrel is comfortably over the 18” minimum length as is the
Pardner’s at 22”, a shotgun may still be too short in overall length if equipped
with a pistol grip. The legal overall length limitation is 26 inches. The Pardner
Compact equipped with a pistol grip comes in at 27 inches.
The one thing missing from my story last year was any shooting data. Well, how
much is there to say? Just about any .410 load of birdshot will do the job on a
desert viper at typical encounter distances. What prompted me to take a second
look at loads for the .410 however, is recent reports of a rabies epidemic in the
Flagstaff area. (Google “Flagstaff rabies” to see what I mean.)
A Rabid Fox Gives No Quarter
On the warm wind-free sunny Sunday afternoon of March 8, 2009, my wife Anne, our
dog Mele and I went for a stroll through the forest behind our house on
Appalachian Road in Flagstaff. We headed east, more or less contouring along the
base of Elden Mountain. I brought my digital camera to photograph a huge ancient
alligator juniper that we knew of along the trail.
A mile-plus later, there we were at the purportedly several-centuries-old tree.
I got into position for the perfect shot.
We decided to push on an extra half mile to revisit the site of the mid-1880s
homestead of the Elden family. The place includes a clearing where the family
cabin once stood, and a nearby spring that was the source of their water.
Anne and I had visited this place before. But I'd never seen the spring flowing,
and thought with our recent snow melt that today might be able to prove that Elden
Spring was aptly named. Anne and Mele stayed to explore the cabin site while I
hiked the 20 yards or so, out of sight, down into the forested stream bed.
Surprise! Water was emerging from fissures between huge pieces of the dacite lava
and gathering into a small inviting flow. Someone (the Elden family?) had built
a channel that directed the flow into a small holding tank. As I soaked in this
refreshing scene, a red fox suddenly appeared, about twenty feet away, on the far
side of the streambed. He came running directly toward me at top speed, squealing
and yipping the sounds of a small unhappy dog. I was under attack. I had no time
to create a workable plan for evasive action. My sole thought was this critter
must be rabid because healthy foxes run away from humans, not at them.
Before I could take even one step of flight, he sank his teeth into the toe of my
right sneaker (but not into flesh. At least I felt no pain). As I lifted and
shook my leg, he fell free. I noticed that his sharp teeth left a row of parallel
rips across the flimsy cloth of my sneaker's toe. Energized by an adrenalin rush,
I managed to land a kick powerful enough to put him back on the other side of the
streambed.
But with that kick I lost my balance and fell backward into a small tree, snapping
off dead branches as I fell. By the time I was back on my feet, my furry attacker
was bee-lining for me again. At the last second, I turned sideways and managed to
score another strong kick before he could sink his teeth into me. This time he
landed on my side of the streambed, unconscious and bleeding from his mouth.
I scrambled away, shouting "Don't come down here! Don't come down here!" I
gathered Anne and Mele yelling "Let's get out of here." We jogged a few yards
down the path, and stopped briefly for me to catch my breath. I gave Anne a short
version of what had happened at the spring. As I explained, she and I (foolishly,
in hindsight) explored my torn sneaker, exposing our hands to fox saliva. We then
walked briskly (understatement!) back home, warning other hikers away from Elden
Spring.
I called Flagstaff's Animal Control Department and learned that a cell-phone-carrying
person we had warned along the trail had already contacted them. An officer came
to pick me up so I could lead him and his colleague back to the site of my attack.
They were armed with 10-foot hollow poles threaded with cable outfitted with a loop
that could be tightened around the neck of an out-of-control critter, from the
relative safety of the pole's length.
I led them to the spring, lagging a bit behind while giving voice and hand directions.
Damned if the fox wasn't still there, conscious again and about 100 feet downstream
from where he had attacked me. He charged as soon as he saw us, and my Animal Control
companions proved that they know how to use the tool of their trade.
It's now March 16, eight days later. The lab results just back from Phoenix confirm
what smart money would have bet on all along. Rabid!! During those eight days of
waiting, Anne and I were oblivious to the fact that by simply handling my ripped
sneaker, we were exposed to the rabies virus via fox saliva. Once that was
explained to us, we began the series of anti-rabies shots.
As I update this story today (March 30, 2009), the fourth shot will be administered
in one hour. Shot five, the last of the series, will be in two more weeks.
Thankfully, the shots are not the old infamously painful ones in the stomach, but
rather today they are like the pin prick of a flu shot in the shoulder. At nearly
$200 a shot, any significant pain will be to the pocketbook. But the alternative,
once the rabies virus has infected a human body, is almost sure death.
Well, certainly a load of birdshot in the face should give serious pause to an
attacking fox or other small, rabid furry creature such as a skunk or a racoon,
but what about stronger options for the .410, such as slugs and buckshot? Besides
for self-defense, how about slugs and buckshot for general small-game hunting
purposes with the .410?
The only testing I had done with the Pardner so far was to blow away some empty
pop cans at short range, and to hit a few hand-thrown clays in the air. I decided
to gather up a few different loads including birdshot, slugs, and buckshot to see
how they look on paper.
First I wanted to see what the birdshot patterns looked like. But just shooting at
a blank sheet is no fun, so I did a quick internet search for a good picture of a
rattler for my target. Sorry to disappoint, but I didn’t take the first photo in
this story of the coiled rattler in person! I also still had some small furry game
targets left over from a .22 shoot we held up in the pines a few years back.
My first test load was the 2½” Winchester AA target load. This load holds ½ ounce
(219 grains) of #9 birdshot. I figured that 5 yards would be about the maximum
distance that you might stand away from a rattler before pulling the trigger. I
mentioned that I removed the sighting bead from the top of the barrel to prevent
snagging brush while carrying. I sighted straight along the top of the barrel,
covering the target with the end of the barrel. I found out that this particular
shotgun throws its charge a little high and right, sighted thus. Still, enough of
the swarm struck head and body to have done the job.
The next load tried was another birdshot load, the 3 inch Federal with 11/16 ounce
(301 grains) of #7½ shot. This is a heavier payload of bigger shot. This time I
aimed low and to the left to compensate for the high-right impact point I had seen
with the Winchester load. My target backer is a piece of red corrugated plastic.
It was interesting how this load opened up the paper target in the fat part of the
snake’s body, which made it look like raw red meat was exposed!
OK, so besides the fact that the center of the swarm hits a little high and right,
the effect of the birdshot pattern on a diamondback target was pretty much as
expected. What could we expect from the slugs?
As it happened, one of my furry creature targets was a fox. Printed on 8½” x 11”
paper, I would say that the fox was about 2/3-scale. I stepped back to 10 yards
and fired two slug rounds at it. I had only one slug load with me, the Federal ¼
ounce (109 grain) Foster-type rifled slug.
I was impressed when the first shot printed right inside the kill zone of the
target. Remember that I have no sights on this gun, I’m just sighting along the
top of the barrel. The second shot was also a stopper if not a killer, striking
just forward of the on-side hip where it would have continued traveling into the
center of the off-side hip.
For this gun, I see slugs as having greater utility for small game hunting
purposes, rather than for defense against rabid critters. Maybe best suited for
pot shots of opportunity at cottontails or jackrabbits.
For self defense against rabid critters, I think buckshot is the better choice.
However, the .410 with buckshot has its drawbacks. First of all, in such a small
shotshell, you will have a small number of pellets. The whole reason for using
shot rather than a slug, is to increase your hit probability. However the other
drawback is that to have more pellets, the pellets will have to be smaller,
limiting the delivered energy of each individual buckshot.
I have found only 3 or 4 commercial loads of buckshot for the .410. Two are
made by Winchester (sort of). Winchester catalogs a 2½” load of 3 triple-ought
buck balls, plus a 3” load of 5 triple-ought (000) buck balls. Trouble is, that
the 5-ball load seems to be produced only very sporadically. No one has this
load on their shelves right now. The 2½” load has proven to be popular with
owners of Bond Arms .410 derringers and with owners of the Taurus Judge .410
revolver. Triple-ought buck has a diameter of .360” and each ball weighs about
70 grains.
Speaking of the Taurus Judge, Federal has just introduced a 4 pellet 000-buck
load marketed specifically for the Judge. In fact, Federal calls it Premium
Personal Defense Handgun ammo. Right on the box, it says “.410 Handgun”. It’s
a 2½” load, as that’s all the original Judge can handle. There’s a new longer
Judge that was just introduced that can now handle 3” shells.
The one other load out there is a Russian load marketed as “Golden Bear” in this
country. This is the buckshot load that I had on hand for testing. It is sold
as a 2¾” length cartridge, but in reality it’s a lot closer to a full 3 inches.
This load uses 5 pellets of #4 buck. The diameter of #4 buckshot is .240” or
6mm, and each pellet weighs only around 21 grains. That’s less weight than the
bullet from a standard .22 LR rimfire cartridge. The other interesting thing
about this load is that the cartridge body is 100% brass-plated steel. It is
Berdan primed, as you would expect of Russian ammunition. It was originally
intended for the Saiga AK-47 based semi-automatic .410 shotgun.
Instead of changing targets, I fired my first shot of the Golden Bear buckshot
at the slug target. You’ll have to mentally subtract the two slug holes from
the photo above. As you can see, the buckshot pellets fairly well-centered the
critter. I fired from the same 10 yard distance. This distance might be typical
of the rabid critter self defense scenario. But be careful with skunks; they can
shoot back, but only to a distance of 8 to 15 feet. The mist can carry on the
wind farther than that, so vamoose after taking a shot!
Next, I considered the small-game hunting scenario for .410 buckshot. This would
probably be at longer distances. I set up a jackrabbit target and stepped back to
20 yards distance. Actually, I took one shot, set up a new jackrabbit target,
then took a second shot at 20 yards. In both cases, only one pellet out of the
five struck the jack’s body. One of the hits was a vital zone hit, so that was
good, but the other was a little further back. It might have been a spine hit –
maybe.
So at only 20 yards we start to see the limitations of .410 buckshot. Even if
both shots hit vital areas, one has to wonder how much energy the 21 grain pellets
are still carrying at the 20 yard distance. With this limitation in mind, I tried
one more time, this time at 15 yards. I set up a cottontail target and fired the
Golden Bear buck at it. This resulted in two body hits, neither optimal.
Alright, my results seem pretty clear cut: For snakes – birdshot. The 3-inch
load of #7½ shot does seem to have advantage over the 2½” load of #9s.
For close range self-defense against rabid critters, it’s buckshot. I need to
obtain that new Federal buckshot load and test that though. Only one fewer pellet
than the Golden Bear, but the bigger pellets strike harder.
For taking small mammals of opportunity, the slug is the best choice. In this
scenario, you’ll have time to take more careful aim to make the single projectile
count. But really, a .38 or .357 on your hip is a better choice for that.
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