This is a funny comment by a decidedly anti Taurus gun owner. I own two Taurus pistols, one of which I was carrying when I literally came face to face with a mother bear and her yearling cub, about 25-30 feet away. Both were already filling out from trash diving.
I was hiking the new lot in Center Harbor yesterday with the sun going down. Center Harbor Woods was recently acquired by the efforts of donors and the Lakes Region Conservation Trust (LRCT). The trails are still really primitive and hardly used, which makes them great. There are free maps of it, including one listing flora and fauna, at the LRCT headquarters. (They've moved from Meredith to a formerly private residence in Center Harbor on Route 25B.)
These bears were likely the ones that have already raided my garbage once. My sidearm was a Taurus Millennium Pro PT 140, a ten-round .40 caliber double action semi-auto. Why the bears didn't run when my dog began frantically barking at them and waited until I approached from the south (wind was north-northeast) shows how territorial and aggressive they become when making a living off humans' trash.
The mother even angrily barked at me before reluctantly it seemed turning away. And I had felt like a fool strapping on! With the bile in my throat and ten ticks on me, I returned to the car with my knees shaking together, wishing I had had a more powerful revolver with me. Like the Ruger Redhawk in the .45 Colt. But that is difficult-to-find ammo.
I was hiking the new lot in Center Harbor yesterday with the sun going down. Center Harbor Woods was recently acquired by the efforts of donors and the Lakes Region Conservation Trust (LRCT). The trails are still really primitive and hardly used, which makes them great. There are free maps of it, including one listing flora and fauna, at the LRCT headquarters. (They've moved from Meredith to a formerly private residence in Center Harbor on Route 25B.)
These bears were likely the ones that have already raided my garbage once. My sidearm was a Taurus Millennium Pro PT 140, a ten-round .40 caliber double action semi-auto. Why the bears didn't run when my dog began frantically barking at them and waited until I approached from the south (wind was north-northeast) shows how territorial and aggressive they become when making a living off humans' trash.
The mother even angrily barked at me before reluctantly it seemed turning away. And I had felt like a fool strapping on! With the bile in my throat and ten ticks on me, I returned to the car with my knees shaking together, wishing I had had a more powerful revolver with me. Like the Ruger Redhawk in the .45 Colt. But that is difficult-to-find ammo.
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