Sixgun Black Bear
The blasting bellow of the big .44 surprised me when my right index finger instinctively tightened on the trigger; the bear’s violent reaction and subsequent zero to 30 mph rush, while just a blur, clearly indicated I had connected. Straining to hear the tell-tale moan of a dying bear yielded only the cacophony of a yapping pack of distant coyotes. My black bear quest, which had been eight long years in the making, had boiled down to a few surreal seconds. Continue Reading