I usaully carry Glock .45, alternating solid and hydra-shoks, clip full, pipe empty. Ocassionally, I tote my wifes AE .357 mag, solids. Once, while elk hunting with a buddy, we were bottle necked in a gorge and the scent of a rotting carcuss filled the air. We argued who should lead the way and I lost. Pulled my glock and carried in front of me with my buddy behind. Bear scat was everywhere, fresh too. He whispered "stop, right there" and pointed. I raised the glock and waited for the bear to charge as I strained to see it. The brush exploded and I fired two rounds before the grouse cleared brush. My buddy about fell over from laughing, I, however, didn't think it was so funny.[
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