Residents in Rural Areas Must Retain Guns For Different Reasons Than City Dwellers
Here are two stories about self defense and how necessary it is for those of us living in the mountains. The gun grabbers have no understanding how incredibly fast things like this can happen, and how very dangerous wild animals can be for Humans. As beautiful and majestic as they are, one is faced with a split-second decision……. Kill or be killed. In these cases, we made the right decision, although I’m sure the animal rights groups would much rather have it the other way around, with us being shredded to bits and eaten alive.
Here is the first account, from a Man in Soldotna, Alaska. (Hat-Tip Jeff C. for the forward. Thanks Jeff_:
King salmon season is over, and since I had a day off before silvers start, I thought I would go for a walk! This occurred at 11:16 am this morning (Sunday), just 2/10 of a mile from my house.
ON OUR ROAD while walking my dogs (ironically trying to get in shape for hunting season!) for the record. This is in a residential area-not back in the woods. No bow hunting. No stealth occurring.
I heard a twig snap. And looked back. Full on charge-a huge brownie, ears back, head low and motorin’ full speed! Came with zero warning; no Woof, no popping of the teeth, no standing up, nothing like what you think or see on TV! It charged from less than 20 yards and was on me in about one-second! Totally surreal.
I just started shooting in the general direction. And praise God that my second shot (or was it my third?) rolled him at 5 feet and he skidded to a stop 10 feet BEYOND where I was shooting from. I actually sidestepped him and fell over backwards on the last shot. And his momentum carried him to a stop past where I fired my first shot!
It was a prehistoric old boar. No teeth. No fat. Weighed between 900-1000 Lbs and took five men to DRAG it onto a tilt-bed trailer! Big bear. Its paw measured out at about a 9-1/2 inches!
Never-ever-thought ‘it’ would happen to me! It’s always some other Smuck…..Right?
Well, no bull. I am still high on adrenaline. With my gut in a Knot (felt like I did 10000 crunches without stopping)! Almost puked for an hour after. Had the
burps and couldn’t even stand up as the troopers conducted their investigation!
Totally wiped me out. Can’t even put that feeling into words.
By far the most emotion I have ever felt at once!
No doubt that God was with me, as I brought my Ruger .454 Casull (and some “hot” 350 grain solids) just for the heck of it. And managed to draw and snap shoot (pointed, never even aimed!) from the hip! Total luck shot!
All I can say is Praise God for my safety and for choosing to leave the wife and kids at home on this walk!
And this next story is my own experience. I didn’t have a camera with me as I was just on one of my regular day hikes, but I did have my trusty 7mm rifle. This happened several years ago, before digital cameras were available, but I had the photo scanned and uploaded to share.
I was hiking up a hill and reached a small trail running perpendicular to my route before I had to continue up the next hill. As soon as I reached the trail, I heard a scream that sounded exactly like a woman screaming at the top of her lungs. It was very close behind me and, as I swung around, I saw a large mountain lion less than ten feet away, in a crouched position as she was ready to pounce on me. I shot her in the nose and buried her until I could get home and get help to bring her out of the woods.
I continued up the second hill, eventually reaching the top and, as I was catching my breath, I heard the same hair-raising scream. Again very close to me. I swung around and shot her in the chest, through the heart and lung, which killed her instantly. I buried her, too, wondering how many more bullets I had to make it home safely and wondering the odds there would be more than two big cats out there stalking me. Big cats are territorial. They hunt alone. This was a rare case and the experts told e they must have been siblings to be hunting that close to each other.
Here’s those two cats once I got them to the Rangers shack. I will never forget how razor sharp their claws were, and how long they were. Longer than my fingers and they could have shredded me to tiny pieces.
Now if anyone starts making noises about taking away your right to protect yourself with a gun, we need to let them know where we stand. People do not realize that those of us who live in rural areas are faced with life and death every time we leave our homes.
You just never know when a gun can save your life – don’t leave home without it….