1. Part Two – A Memorable Bear Hunt
“My rifle was leaning against a tree, just out of reach. I didn’t know what to do, but I had an idea. I always carry a handgun. That day was lucky for me because I had my .357 Magnum. I know if I missed, I’d probably get bit or have him run off, so I had to be smooth. At this point, my pistol was on my belt around my ankles. I lifted myself up and drew. I fired two shots and two hits. He managed to run maybe 20 yards and fell over. I fired a third shot, but I don’t think it was necessary.
This was only my second bear ever, so I went running over, pants only half up and no rifle. That’s when my dad, after hearing my shots, came running over. I say, running because he knew it wasn’t my rifle he heard. So here I am, pants half down, standing by this bear with my handgun in one hand and toilet paper in the other. So that’s how I got my first bear with a handgun, and I will never eat McDonald’s before a hunt again.