Many, many years ago I was camping up in Pisgah, NC, sleeping in a hammock. I woke up to something licking and nuzzling my hand which had flopped outside the hammock. I had a dog at the time, but she wasn't a woods dog so I was a little confused as I opened my eyes and sort of got my bearings.
You guessed it. Black bear. I think when it realized I was awake, and when I realized it wasn't my dog, we both sort of simultaneously agreed to part company. I flipped out of my hammock on the opposite side and the bear ran off into the woods.
Flash forward to me being in college and taking a jog with my girlfriend's father in Black Mountain, NC. We were on some trail in Montreat and come around the corner and this big ole black bear lumbers out onto the trail. This man doesn't even break stride, lifts up his arms, and hollers really loudly and the bear skedaddles, does a 180, and runs back into the woods.
I reckon a .500 S&W might be a bit overkill.
You guessed it. Black bear. I think when it realized I was awake, and when I realized it wasn't my dog, we both sort of simultaneously agreed to part company. I flipped out of my hammock on the opposite side and the bear ran off into the woods.
Flash forward to me being in college and taking a jog with my girlfriend's father in Black Mountain, NC. We were on some trail in Montreat and come around the corner and this big ole black bear lumbers out onto the trail. This man doesn't even break stride, lifts up his arms, and hollers really loudly and the bear skedaddles, does a 180, and runs back into the woods.
I reckon a .500 S&W might be a bit overkill.