A buddy and I were out doing some scouting yesterday and looking down into a little box canyon heard some brush and branchs breaking at the head of it. Looking that way finally spotted a mama bear and a young'un making their way down into the canyon munching berrys and nosing around the logs and all. I'd grabbed my 357 that morning rather than the 44mag I usually carry and was feeling a little undergunned. Carl asked me if it'd stop her if she came after us. I told him she'd get the first 4 shots and if that didn't put her down,I'd have to put the last into his foot just so's I'd be sure I could outrun him!
"Honest officer,he was kicking the bear when I was trying to shoot it!" He didn't see the humor.
