First, a little background. The first time I met my father-in-law was about five years ago, well after his daughter and I were married and expecting our first child. All I really knew about him was that he a seroius hunter and shooter. We met at Easter dinner at my wife's Grandparents house in Ryderwood, a small retirement town surrounded by timber company land. We hit it off instantly and decided to go for a walk outside of town after dinner so he could show me around. That was the first time I ever shot, or had even seen, a Contender. I fell in love with the gun, the town, and formed an instant bond with my father-in-law.
At the time I didn't own any guns. I sold the two that I had to pay for the wedding and the soon to arrive baby. By the next Easter I had purchased my first gun since the marriage, a Contender with a 45-70 Hunter barrel and a TC 2.5x scope. Anxious to get something with the fairly new gun, we went out after Easter dinner again. At about an hour before sunset, I spotted something in the trail about 75yds ahead of us. I wasn't sure what it was, but it looked sort of like a raccoon. My father-in-law laughed and asked if this was the first porcupine I'd ever seen in the woods. He proceded to tell me about the last porcupine he shot and said that they just aren't worth the trouble. I prefer to learn things the hard way so I decided to take him.
The first thing I learned that day is that making a head shot on a porcupine is more difficult than I thought. They just don't cooperate. The second thing is that they are alot heavier than they look. We had to carry that critter out two miles suspended from the middle of a branch using one of my boot laces. The third thing I learned is that skinning a porcupine is more difficult than I thought. I took more than a few quill before that job was done. And finally, porcupine's don't taste that great.
The whole ordeal was so funny to me that I said we should do this every year. And sure enough we have. Since then we didn't see another porcupine, other than in the middle of deer or elk season, until this year. After an unsuccessful evening of coyote hunting we spotted this guy walking out in the dark. Between the two of us we had a choice of 5 different guns to use: a 10" 7 TCU, a 12" 35 Rem, a Dan Wesson Bobtail Commander 10mm, a Contender Carbine in .223, or a Ruger Mark III Hunter that I just bought 2 days earlier. I decided the little Ruger would be the best gun for the situation. Plus it is the only one that hadn't taken game yet. After what can only be described as a comical and clumsy "stalk" though the brush after this guy I finally got him in the bottom of a gully filled with deadfall and stickers. The long and unpleasant climb back to the trail resulted in only 2 quills in my leg, so that was good news. Because of this whole ordeal we didn't get back to the house until almost 10pm. Everyone was either mad or disgusted with my trophy, but all Dan and I could do was laugh and tell them that the just don't understand.
After skinning and cleaning the critter, I only got stuck twice more, we put it on ice to cool. I tried barbecuing this one. And once again I learned that porcupine's really aren't worth all the trouble. But they do make for some of the funniest stories.