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.22LR for Bear
Captplaid
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Do any of you folks,use a 22 for bear
and what bullet do you use?
Thanks Sam
and what bullet do you use?
Thanks Sam
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quote:Originally posted by Idahobound
Only when I am out with some else and then It doesn't matter, one bullet in the leg and I can out run an Olympic sprinter
http://www.ammoland.com/2014/11/what-22-rifle-did-bella-twin-use-to-kill-a-world-record-grizzly-in-1953/
She did and it was a world record.
http://www.ammoland.com/2014/11/what-22-rifle-did-bella-twin-use-to-kill-a-world-record-grizzly-in-1953/
There was a story I've long remembered. Well, not so well remembered as I used to, but I'll give it a go anyway.
Think it was an old issue of Outdoor Life or Field & Stream. About two native Alaskan boys who decided they wanted a bear. They only had the .22 rifle, so careful plans had to be made.
After much thought and discussion they lighted upon the notion of hollowing out a tree trunk, hanging some meat and when a bear came by, one of them would be inside the tree trunk. He'd shove the barrel into the bear's ear and pull the trigger.
One boy recalled seeing what he thought would be the perfect tree. In the rough gravel of a river's edge where a flood had stripped most of the limbs away, cracked it off up ten feet or so and partly split it. Even though now rotting out it still had roots under the gravel. The boys spent a couple of weeks hollowing out the tree, making a hole in the side to shove out the rifle barrel. They figured the salmon would be running soon and bears would be attracted all along the river.
They needed bait, don't recall what they used. If they bagged a rabbit, took some whale blubber or some fish or what. But they laid a bait trail and hung up something they figured would be yummy for the bear.
The smaller boy would be in the tree. When the salmon began to run they began their wait, with the bigger of the two on a hillside to watch for bears.
They got some action fairly quickly. Problem was the bear's were attracted to the bait but not cooperating in the approach. They'd come in from off the trial, nose in and grab the hanging bait. Never presenting the side of the bear's head to make a try for the ear.
So the boys decided to change things a bit. They erected some downed saplings to make a sort of archway. Enough so the bear would have to walk under the archway, then stand up to reach the bait.
Eventually a big bear came along under this set up and stood up to sniff at the bait. The boy tried to put the barrel out the hole, which is when they discovered they'd missed one important point. The gun was too long, the barrel went out the hole but they couldn't angle down enough once the stock came up and jammed into the inside of the tree.
They had to let that bear go his way in peace.
The next day they returned better prepared. Now the wood stock was off the .22 rifle. Up went the smaller boy and sure enough he could point the barreled action out the hole and move it any which way he wanted. They baited the trap and waited.
Soon enough another bear came up from the river, found the bait and began sniffing it, licking at it and trying to tear it off the limb. As the bear's head came up the boy stuck the barrel out and waited for his chance, looking for an angle into the bear's ear. When he saw it, he practically shoved and stabbed and shot the bear all at once.
The bear was standing with paws alternately swatting at the well secured bait and leaning on the tree trunk. The beast fell into the tree, which broke free of the roots and crashed down with the bear atop it. The trunk split and exposed the boy, as the bear rolled off.
Dead as a dead bear can be!
I read that story as a kid. At the time it scared me some, could hardly turn the page as I was certain at least one boy's remains would be bear poop in short order. Possibly both. I may well have cheered when I got to the end of it. [:D]
Long time past. outdoors magazines used to be great stuff for young readers.
Kinda' miss them.
A trapper in a canoe and a bear swimming out in a creek toward him. All he had was a .22 which he fired at the bear's head when he was about to reach the canoe, killing it with one shot. But really stupid to hunt bear on purpose with a .22.
I usually just grin them down, like Davy.[8D]
There was a night crew in the truck shop, and a night oiler, who went out and fueled and changed oil in the yarders and cats that where out in the woods. The oiler Jim and his helper went out five nights a week, needles to say, he ate a lot of venison. Jim killed all his deer with a single shot, bolt action 22. One night he ran into a black bear, snooping around one of the landings. He walked right up to the bear and shot him in the head with that 22, killed him dead. From that day on, he was referred to as Davy Crocket. Ol' Jim was known for telling windys, but Fred, his helper at that time, was quite and not known to ever stretch the truth. Fred swore to the story, I saw the bear and the bullet wound.
W.D.
Seriously, some fascinating stories.
Of course, you did need 5 or six tons of BBs- just keep shoveling them on until the bear stops twitching.....
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