Loaded with heavy, non-expanding bullets, such as Buffalo Bore’s 220-grain hard-cast lead flat nose at 1,200 fps, these pistols are unarguably the most effective semiautos for the task, combining best-possible authority with ease of carry. The 10mm AlternativeĪ fairly recent trend has seen increasing numbers of hunters packing semiautomatic 10mm Auto sidearms in bear country. Even then, many shooters simply never develop the recoil tolerance and discipline necessary to place accurate shots, let alone accurate shots in fast succession. Becoming accomplished enough to do this with a big-bore revolver requires diligent practice with a lot of expensive ammunition. To stop a big, fast-moving, aggressive bear with a big-bore handgun, one first has to hit that big bear-and hit it well. Trouble is, few hunters can accurately and efficiently handle one of these big-bore sixguns.
Drilled through the skull by one of your last 10mm bullets, the bear lies inert as you fumble for your inReach Mini and blindly hit the SOS button. Events go to slow motion as the bear knocks you down with its chest, crushing the air from your lungs. Not enough to slow the bear, but as it looms close, so big it’s impossible to miss, you’re pointing and pulling fast. Puffs of dust around it signal you’re missing a few, but with frightened elation, you know some are connecting, too. 4įrantically, you slam 10mm bullets at the oncoming bear in rapid fire. With the inReach Mini activated, you move to assist your shredded hunting partner. Fighting the urge to run, you dump the rest of your magazine into the bear’s head and shoulders as it slumps to the ground. The bear flinches and snaps at its shoulder, folding its chin into its own rich fur, blossoming now with blood and erupting crimson foam with every bone-grinding growl. Dust puffs past him and you know you missed a shot, but most of your shots are connecting. Rhythmically, your 10mm Auto stitches the oncoming bear with bullets. Somehow your handgun is gone, and amidst all the shaking and tearing and roaring, you hope that your buddy is alive enough to activate his inReach Mini. Now the sound of fang on skull seems to come from inside your brain. A cloying smell of rot mingles with that of fear and blood and urine as your bowels purge. Frantically, you pull it out of the sky and slam the trigger again, then one more time as the bear takes you to the earth. 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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