Not much of a story. I went to my northern az quail place and my shotgun jammed. After 20 or 30 minutes of fiddling with it, I decided to go home.
Driving way to fast on a dirt road, something crossed in front of me. I stop and think pig, then I think, the biggest javelina in the world. Then I think, do javelina have tails? Then I think, must be a ranchers, but there are no ranches within 5 or 10 miles. Then I think, I am smoking a tritip this evening. F IT! and grab my truck pistol. 357
Several shots from the cylinder were solid and it fumbles back towards me and falls