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Post by sixshot on Aug 15, 2016 12:26:30 GMT -5
bulasteve, I think you nailed it & actually I think almost everyone chasing this crazy story agrees with you. Its the rookies that "over gun" & can't handle the recoil, what good is that. I've stated many times that bears aren't impressed with a miss. We've all had a little fun, no one's been eaten, Buffalo Bore is going to have a real good fall run on all their ammo, Tim makes good stuff, spendy but you get what you pay for. Can't wait to hear about some fall bear hunts, hopefully they are spot & stalk, nothing like it.
Dick
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Post by jwp475 on Aug 15, 2016 12:41:48 GMT -5
Posted by Phil on 24 Hour 458Win Offline Campfire Guide Registered: 01/05/05 Posts: 2878 Loc: AK peninsula Autos and revolvers each have their strengths and weakness' for a personal protection. A large caliber revolver is like a heavy double rifle. both powerful and reliable but limited in the number of shots it holds A semi auto can be made slim and lightweight and capable of quickly firing two or three times the amount of ammunition. You pays your money and takes your chances . No mater your choice, you still have to be able to shoot it both quickly and well. For a hunting handgun, especially for large game, I prefer a large bore revolver. _________________________ Phil Shoemaker - Alaska Master Guide NRA Benefactor Alaska Hunter Education Instructor www.grizzlyskinsofalaska.comAnyone who claims the 30-06 is not effective has either not used one, or else is unwittingly commenting on their marksmanship.
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Post by jfs on Aug 15, 2016 14:55:42 GMT -5
This is my neighbor & my son's best friend in high school, he was the one mauled by the very average size black bear that was very intent on killing him. Very seldom does a black bear do that but on this occasion she was in it for the finish. His dad, Nolan came running down the mountain knowing his son was being attacked, if you've never heard a bear growl its quite an experience! Anyway, Nolan finally gets there & the sow turns & charges him, Nolan's winded of course but does the only thing he can, he draws his bow & shoots at the charging bear & hits it just above the skull, severing the spine & dropping it in its tracks. He said later that he gets his arrows from Buffalo Bore & he's tested them in "several" different calibers...... and trusted them to fly true. For years neither one of them could go back to that spot. My camp for over 40 years was about 600-700 yds from there & I missed a bear twice once with my trusty Black Widow recurve. I wrote up the story about Jason several years ago on the Ruger Forum so won't do so here but I remember as we talked that he got more nervous as we talked about it, you could see he was at times reliving the attack that he barely survived. The Fish & Game gave him the hide. That's him & one of his son's sitting next to the bear rug. Jason had several severe bites on him, one was in the main artery in his groin, his dad got pressure on it & got in touch with 2 others in the group on the radio & they kept him alive until a Life Flight helicopter could reach them on the mountain, it was really close as he was bleeding out. Dick, Your son`s friend and his father were lucky all the way around..... Thank God it turned out the way it did for him and his family.......
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Post by jfs on Aug 15, 2016 15:09:39 GMT -5
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Post by jfs on Aug 15, 2016 15:21:56 GMT -5
Thought I`ed break it up a little.........
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Post by magnumwheelman on Aug 15, 2016 15:43:36 GMT -5
perfect
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Post by whitworth on Aug 15, 2016 16:01:18 GMT -5
Thought I`ed break it up a little......... And you did! Haha!
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Post by bulasteve on Aug 16, 2016 8:20:02 GMT -5
Ashes to a..um, bear shaat ? LOL !
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Post by cmh on Aug 16, 2016 18:33:17 GMT -5
That is quite a story Mr Thompson. Here recently in Indiana a black bear has made the news quite a bit. Seems he swam across the Ohio river and has been wondering around southern Indiana.If memory serves me correct this is like the second black bear in Indiana since the late 1860s to early 1870s.... so its been a pretty big deal to folks like me. Id like to see a few more swim across and make a home in this state.... maybe try out some of my FA bear medicine on em later on 😉
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Post by sixshot on Aug 17, 2016 0:02:34 GMT -5
When I was still in high school & figured I knew just about all there was to know about hunting I hooked on with an foul mouthed old packer & guide along the Salmon River where he had me doing camp chores, cutting fire wood, wrangling horses & helping with the cooking. What I really wanted to do was be a guide be he thought I was too young so he made me stay in camp, alone. After setting up the first day & getting the hunters fed we swapped stories for a while (I didn't have any) & then they went to bed because they had to get up early for their first days hunt. The onery old bugger told me I would be the only one in camp & to make sure there was plenty of fresh water & fire wood in camp & to have 2 loaves of bread baked in the dutch oven. I told him I could manage that & just before he walked off I managed to ask him what about bears. He said yes there are bears here & if you happen to see one just watch it & do what it does, he could tell I was a little green & I didn't like it much! The day went by pretty fast, I chopped wood, hauled 3 5 gallon plastic jugs of water in & had the bread rising in the dutch ovens when I thought I heard a horse coming. When I turned around I was looking at my first every bear, scared stiff! I remembered what the crusty old fart had told me so I just stood there & the bear made a little circle to the right & I did the same. He raised his nose & sniffed the air, smelling my bread I guess. I raised my nose & sniffed & then he stepped over a log & tipped over one of the camp chairs, I reached out with my foot & tipped one over. He let out a loud Woof, walked 2-3 steps towards me & then squatted & took a crap! I whispered real soft, sorry, I just did that when you went Woof! Really!!
Dick
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Post by f3 on Aug 17, 2016 2:26:37 GMT -5
I came very, very close to shooting a bear last summer that was sniffing my sleeping bag while I slept. I had gotten a late start and arrived at Lantz bar on the Salmon River just before dark. With the help of the 12 mile hike I was able to doze off fairly quickly. Something woke me. A large black silhouette was over top of me sniffing. I had my 41 mag Blackhawk in my sleeping bag. I reached down and slowly started angling it and thumbing the hammer back. The decision had already been made and at full cock I was ready to squeeze the trigger. The moon was not out so it was just a black shadow in the dark. It lifted its head from my abdomen and skylined its head. It was a deer! I kicked at it and yelled. It jumped high enough into the air that I lost sight of it and it took off like a shot. I yelled at it some more and told it to leave me alone I was trying to sleep. I was within a fraction of a second from perforating it. I would have never heard the end of that. Getting attacked by a bear that turned out to be a deer.
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Post by cmh on Aug 17, 2016 7:44:13 GMT -5
When I was still in high school & figured I knew just about all there was to know about hunting I hooked on with an foul mouthed old packer & guide along the Salmon River where he had me doing camp chores, cutting fire wood, wrangling horses & helping with the cooking. What I really wanted to do was be a guide be he thought I was too young so he made me stay in camp, alone. After setting up the first day & getting the hunters fed we swapped stories for a while (I didn't have any) & then they went to bed because they had to get up early for their first days hunt. The onery old bugger told me I would be the only one in camp & to make sure there was plenty of fresh water & fire wood in camp & to have 2 loaves of bread baked in the dutch oven. I told him I could manage that & just before he walked off I managed to ask him what about bears. He said yes there are bears here & if you happen to see one just watch it & do what it does, he could tell I was a little green & I didn't like it much! The day went by pretty fast, I chopped wood, hauled 3 5 gallon plastic jugs of water in & had the bread rising in the dutch ovens when I thought I heard a horse coming. When I turned around I was looking at my first every bear, scared stiff! I remembered what the crusty old fart had told me so I just stood there & the bear made a little circle to the right & I did the same. He raised his nose & sniffed the air, smelling my bread I guess. I raised my nose & sniffed & then he stepped over a log & tipped over one of the camp chairs, I reached out with my foot & tipped one over. He let out a loud Woof, walked 2-3 steps towards me & then squatted & took a crap! I whispered real soft, sorry, I just did that when you went Woof! Really!! Dick 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
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Post by magnumwheelman on Aug 17, 2016 8:47:42 GMT -5
I was attacked one time, while in my tree stand, while deer hunting... by a wild animal... I saw it stalking my trail down the firebreak for quite a ways... when it finally saw me, it started gnashing it's huge teeth at me... climbed the tree on the opposite side of the fire break, to look me in the eye "roaring" loudly... all of a sudden it started climbing the tree, transferred in the bigger branches above me, into the tree I was in, & started scrambling down the trunk of the tree towards me... I was in total shock, & barely got my 357 Ruger out of the holster in time to push the barrel into it's belly while it was in mid air, in the process of jumping onto me... ... I don't remember the blast from the magnum, but the ferocious critter disappeared from my view... I was physically shaking so badly, that I probably wouldn't have been able to get a follow up shot off, had I needed one... I waited for 5 minutes ( was probably more like a half hour... took that long to quit shaking ), before I climbed down from the stand, & looked for sign... after a few minutes I found some fur... ... & then the tail... ... it had been a huge... brown... ... squirrel why it attacked me??? I did have a mad bomber hat, that had a patch of grey fur on the brim... so maybe it was trying to drive away some competition??? ... then I remembered I had some "doe in heat" cover scent on... maybe he was just looking to "hump" on my head either way I guess I wasn't going for it... I kept the tail for a long time... the only part of the critter I actually found... later that day, back at camp I told the story to my FIL ( it was my 1st year at FIL's deer camp )... I showed up with the tail... everyone got a good laugh at my expense... no squirrel back straps for supper... while the intent of this story, is humor... most parts of it are true ( well maybe not the "roaring" part ) & I truly was shaking after I had to defend myself in a situation like that... one can only imagine having to defend yourself against something 100 times bigger
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Post by sixshot on Aug 17, 2016 13:08:57 GMT -5
f3, Lantz Bar, what a place! Been there many times on spring bear hunts & its has quite a history as you might know. Frank Lantz was one of the old river hermits that etched out a living along the Salmon River back in the early days in that rugged canyon many, many decades ago. He had earlier settled up river many miles where the Salmon River lodge now sets because someone else was using what would later become known as Lantz Bar. He later moved down to the bar & lived there for many years with his wife, they had a cow, some chickens, a huge garden, had several fruit trees & he built an irrigation system to water his pasture. As you know this is many miles from any road. Frank Lantz was one of the most respected men on all of the Salmon River, he worked summers clearing trails for the Forest Service & when he died he willed the land to the Forest Service & the now have a visitors cabin built close to the river. His old cabin still stands & I've stayed in it before. My brother was a regional manager for the US Forest Service so he had a key to all the cabins. One time while staying there some of my friends found some old homemade wine in the root cellar & did they ever get hammered! If you know where to look at the far end of the pasture on the downriver side there are some old graves, unmarked. Lots of people lived along the Salmon River in the early days, including Buckskin Billy, known as the "Last of the Mountain Men" Everyone should read his book! We've taken several bears there.
Dick
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Post by BigBore44 on Aug 18, 2016 9:05:23 GMT -5
I'm glad everything went right for Phil and his clients. We all know how things can go awry fast, really fast! Dick Thank you for the education on Lantz's Bar. Sounds like quite the man and quite the area. You know me I gotta get there one of these days! BigBore44
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