There is no ideal backwoods gun for people who are inexperienced.
Ain't that the truth!
Funny thing about experience though- the only way to get it, is through experience.
Tell ya what. I wouldn't normally do this, but since it's somewhat pertinent to the discussion, I'll relate one story (out of several) that may help illustrate why I've come to my opinions.
"...I told my cousin to shoot, but he was still getting situated after just climbing the fence. The coon ran directly up a big steel pipe, that goes up through the dam & serves as an overflow control. We ran over, and I told my cousin to fire a shot into the pipe, thinking there was no way to miss. He propped the muzzle of his shotgun just inside the edge of the pipe & fired. That's not actually the way I intended for him to do it, as it was extremely loud... I figured that was that, and my cousin leaned down to check inside. He said he saw eyes. I asked, "Are they alive?", and he replied "Yeah, they're moving," or something like that. I quickly got on my knees to verify it, and sure enough the coon would move his head, and didn't act wounded. So, my cousin laid flat on his belly about 2 feet from the mouth of the pipe, and got out his Ruger 9mm (loaded with hardball) while I shined my light for him. When he shot, the coon moved, so he shot again. And again. The coon kept running right toward us, and as he got closer, my cousin fired faster & faster. By the time the coon was only like 4 feet away, he was reacting with every hit, and my cousin must have pumped a half dozen rounds into him those last few feet. (in addition to the several rounds he fired while the coon was still further up the pipe) But Mr. Coon kept coming without slowing down substantially, and finally came out right in front of us. I think we both jumped up at about that time, or maybe I jumped up first. Things happened so quick I don't remember. Anyway, once the coon hit the ground, he tried running to the east, and my cousin kept putting bullets through him in rapid succession. By now, I had drawn my Kimber and joined the foray. By the time the coon had gone two feet, I shot him 8 times, and my cousin finished emptying his 15 round mag, finally stopping the coon. It took us a moment to calm down, as it was a little exciting to have an angry coon coming at us only 2 feet away, and no way to quickly get out of his way since we were on the ground. We examined the carcass, and it was riddled with holes, including plenty that had to have happened while it was still coming at us in the pipe. One 9mm bullet had caught him just beneath the left eye; another solid hit in the right cheek area, a few in his chest, one shattered front leg, etc. I was actually very surprised that the head shots didn't stop him. I thought even though they missed the brain, the shock transmitted through the bone should have been enough, but I was wrong. I do remember after the first couple shots, I thought to myself, "Man, I hope he doesn't hit the edge of the pipe," as a square hit on the steel would have splattered our faces terribly, but he kept all his shots in the pipe. He may not have put every round up the coon's nose, but considering how much he's hunted/shot with pistols before, and then adding adrenaline from such an exciting scenario, I think he did mighty darned well. I have already been informed that he related this story to some coworkers, and they thought he was full of BS...."
This is actually one of the better stories, because my cousin actually hit the coon several times. Those extra shots still came in handy though, all the same.