Your big-bore revolver leaps high in your hands and a spout of earth geysers beside the fast-moving bear. With trembling hands, you dig out your Garmin inReach Mini and hit the SOS button, not knowing whether your buddy is alive or dead. Huffing spine-melting roars, it sinks to the ground as you sledgehammer it with every bullet remaining in the cylinder of your revolver. Hit hard twice, the bear convulses, hunching like a bodybuilder doing a sit-up, and ends in the fetal position. The revolver leaps to the sky from recoil but drops smoothly back on target and booms again. Your big-bore revolver pounds a heavy bullet into the oncoming bear. You have time to realize that screaming was a mistake as your gun begins to buck in your palm. Faster than thought, the bear whips around, fishhooks into the wind and charges.
Hitching your suspenders, you grab your sidearm from the nearby stump and bunny hop frantically toward camp as very human-like screams erupt.Ī massive bear with frosted fur is lying across the wriggling body of your hunting partner, and you hear the chilling scrape of Ursus arctos horribilis canines on human skull.Ī sound that is half prehistoric battle roar, half paralyzed shriek of terror involuntarily erupts from your throat as you raise your handgun. It’s early morning and you’re just finishing your morning constitutional behind the designated tree when a commotion and some unfriendly bear-like noises erupt from camp. Imagine you’re bowhunting caribou in Alaska.
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