I started wearing a handgun in the field more than a decade ago when the number of violent conflicts with illegal aliens began to rise dramatically in my neck of the woods. That 1911 gave me comfort as I walked through the South Texas brush.
That 1911 also got me into handgun hunting. Long-range plinking at targets of opportunity (rocks, rabbits, coyotes, etc.) led to stalking feeding hogs and javelinas and, eventually, to setting up on busy travel routes for whitetails. I stoked my .45 ACP pistol with Federal’s 230-grain Hydra-Shok load, and it did the job, but the round proved to be anemic on big game. Even when I shot them perfectly, it often resulted in long tracking jobs.