Fella's;
I hunt elk, either sex, every year with my Swede. But I want no part of my surviving Mr. Griz depending on one. This is territory where bears have learned that a shot may also mean dinner is served for them. It's not everyday mind you, but certainly not unknown, to have your ownership of the carcass disputed while field dressing. If your .416 Rigby is leaning against a tree 10 yards away, it might as well be on the moon. That's why I pack a truly big-bore revolver on my hip.
In my ignorant youth, I met a grizzly bad-breath-close. I was armed with a single shot 20 gauge shotgun at the time. My grouse hunting partner & I did not get mauled, but we were way lucky.
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I hunt elk, either sex, every year with my Swede. But I want no part of my surviving Mr. Griz depending on one. This is territory where bears have learned that a shot may also mean dinner is served for them. It's not everyday mind you, but certainly not unknown, to have your ownership of the carcass disputed while field dressing. If your .416 Rigby is leaning against a tree 10 yards away, it might as well be on the moon. That's why I pack a truly big-bore revolver on my hip.
In my ignorant youth, I met a grizzly bad-breath-close. I was armed with a single shot 20 gauge shotgun at the time. My grouse hunting partner & I did not get mauled, but we were way lucky.
900F