I think my story of how I ended up here on Marlin Owners is due to you all and might even help some of you. Here it goes. Well me my wife and a couple friends were out camping off trail in the wilderness. The first night we heard some noise in the woods and fired off a couple rounds and heard nothing the rest of the night. The second night we weren't so lucky. All 4 of us shared the same tent. I woke wide eyed in the middle of the night hearing a light grunting and sticks breaking. I firmly grasped my Winchester 30-30 as I watched the tents side wall gently pushed in every couple of seconds.
I didn't dare wake anyone for fear of scaring what ever it was and causing it to attack. I wasn't taking any chances with our life's either. I watched the faint shadow placed on the wall of the tent by a dwindling fire and followed what seemed to be its head. It started acting aggressive and pawing at the tent. I figured i had about 2 seconds before the tent was paper mache and us being dinner. I took a deep breath and cocked the lever hard. The noise spooked it and he bursted through the tent with the right paw tearing through immediately and 1 second later his head was in my face chomping and growling. Once he realized I was there he lunged into the tent and I kicked at it with my foot. He grabbed my ankle and tried to drag me out as everyone was now awake and screaming at the overgrown bear crammed in our tent.
As soon as my foot was caught in his mouth I whipped around my lever and unloaded 5 shots into various parts of his body faster than Jesse James. He jumped back a bit then lunged back in I landed one shot up the right side of his face and he flipped over backward and went running into the woods almost dragging the tent with him. Needless to say none of us got sleep that night. We headed back to town the next afternoon and spoke with the forest service and they set out tracking it for 3 days until they found it just foraging like nothing happened. Only 4 of the 5 first shots landed, 2 were grazes, 1 was stopped in the shoulder muscle, and the other stuck in the chest just short of a vital shot. The last shot tore open his upper lip and was deflected by his scull but severely impacted his vision. The bear was euthanized in the field.
My injures were (thank god) minor some tears and puncture wounds in the ankle, but it just took some cloth wrap to get back into town. I was using fairly high grained bullets just for that purpose. And it still wasn't enough to kill or maim it at point blank range. The bullets had no mass and just disaggregated. It took 2 years for me and my family to even consider going camping again. And for you outdoorsmen like myself it might as well been 20 years. I got sick of it and started to do some intense research. All my life I have had a compulsive need to get the best or nothing. I buy a car, well then its the best year, color, engine, and sub model of the particular car ever made lol. And there's no exception for this need even my wife was factored in lol. I looked and looked and called every major Alaskan Guide in Alaska all the way to Nome.
I called all the Divisions of Wildlife and spoke to many people all over Alaska including people that lived on Kodak island for over 25 years! And something that they all recommend was the 45-70 Guide gun. A few recommend a shot gun slug or buck shot but most being men that you know have been around personally recommended this gun for protection. Some said It's their favorite hunting gun. I was ECSTATIC! Finally I found my key to the woods. Now to look up the exact model. As soon as I looked Marlin released the 1895 SBL and that's all she wrote fellas. I have a long time love for levers and a passion for assault rifles and chrome. It was perfect. Within 3 1/2 weeks it was MINE!
So, you ask why a Marlin in 45-70??? Well my friends its because its the best of the best and the only gun I will trust my life and my family's life with I can't imagine a better all around gun with the protection that this one offers. I know If I go packing out in the wilderness I can take one of my 540 Grain hands of god and drop that bear where it stands. Its a darn miracle that bear didn't maul me, my family, and friends. And now I know all I need is one shot, one time, and one result, dead bear... Period. And to boot Its handy, light, beautiful, and a good hunting rifle from here to Africa. Hope the story wasn't to much for you guys but that is why I will always own my marlin. You can't beat safety and piece of mind. Speak softly and carry a big stick TR. Or in my case walk softly and carry a big gun.
Regards,
Brandon
I didn't dare wake anyone for fear of scaring what ever it was and causing it to attack. I wasn't taking any chances with our life's either. I watched the faint shadow placed on the wall of the tent by a dwindling fire and followed what seemed to be its head. It started acting aggressive and pawing at the tent. I figured i had about 2 seconds before the tent was paper mache and us being dinner. I took a deep breath and cocked the lever hard. The noise spooked it and he bursted through the tent with the right paw tearing through immediately and 1 second later his head was in my face chomping and growling. Once he realized I was there he lunged into the tent and I kicked at it with my foot. He grabbed my ankle and tried to drag me out as everyone was now awake and screaming at the overgrown bear crammed in our tent.
As soon as my foot was caught in his mouth I whipped around my lever and unloaded 5 shots into various parts of his body faster than Jesse James. He jumped back a bit then lunged back in I landed one shot up the right side of his face and he flipped over backward and went running into the woods almost dragging the tent with him. Needless to say none of us got sleep that night. We headed back to town the next afternoon and spoke with the forest service and they set out tracking it for 3 days until they found it just foraging like nothing happened. Only 4 of the 5 first shots landed, 2 were grazes, 1 was stopped in the shoulder muscle, and the other stuck in the chest just short of a vital shot. The last shot tore open his upper lip and was deflected by his scull but severely impacted his vision. The bear was euthanized in the field.
My injures were (thank god) minor some tears and puncture wounds in the ankle, but it just took some cloth wrap to get back into town. I was using fairly high grained bullets just for that purpose. And it still wasn't enough to kill or maim it at point blank range. The bullets had no mass and just disaggregated. It took 2 years for me and my family to even consider going camping again. And for you outdoorsmen like myself it might as well been 20 years. I got sick of it and started to do some intense research. All my life I have had a compulsive need to get the best or nothing. I buy a car, well then its the best year, color, engine, and sub model of the particular car ever made lol. And there's no exception for this need even my wife was factored in lol. I looked and looked and called every major Alaskan Guide in Alaska all the way to Nome.
I called all the Divisions of Wildlife and spoke to many people all over Alaska including people that lived on Kodak island for over 25 years! And something that they all recommend was the 45-70 Guide gun. A few recommend a shot gun slug or buck shot but most being men that you know have been around personally recommended this gun for protection. Some said It's their favorite hunting gun. I was ECSTATIC! Finally I found my key to the woods. Now to look up the exact model. As soon as I looked Marlin released the 1895 SBL and that's all she wrote fellas. I have a long time love for levers and a passion for assault rifles and chrome. It was perfect. Within 3 1/2 weeks it was MINE!
So, you ask why a Marlin in 45-70??? Well my friends its because its the best of the best and the only gun I will trust my life and my family's life with I can't imagine a better all around gun with the protection that this one offers. I know If I go packing out in the wilderness I can take one of my 540 Grain hands of god and drop that bear where it stands. Its a darn miracle that bear didn't maul me, my family, and friends. And now I know all I need is one shot, one time, and one result, dead bear... Period. And to boot Its handy, light, beautiful, and a good hunting rifle from here to Africa. Hope the story wasn't to much for you guys but that is why I will always own my marlin. You can't beat safety and piece of mind. Speak softly and carry a big stick TR. Or in my case walk softly and carry a big gun.
Regards,
Brandon