This is my most commonly carried walk-around rifle in SC and Interior Alaska. It was my Dad's '94 in .30-30, made in 1927. 48 years in Alaska, and I have yet to have to shoot an incoming bear, tho there have been a few close encounters of the turd kind. Some of them when I was armed.

Point is - I've long since gotten past bearanioa. But I still take along a little peace-of-mind. Mostly...

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I was once surrounded and shadowed by a pack of wolves on a trail flanked by heavy brush. Now, they MIGHT have just wanted to play with Tripper Lab. The .260 thought different.

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The only true cost of having a dog is its death.