As I had said in my first post, during my Alaskan hunt I had my Rugar .44mag on my belt for the two weeks of the hunt and never had the need for it. The one time I was glad I had it was near the end of the hunt. My partner and I had come to the end of the "Moose John river" as Jay called it and started down the big river to our take out point at an Indian village where the bush pilot was to pick us up. We had stopped along the shore for lunch when a good size motorized boat came up the river and pulled in where we were. Three scroungy looking characters came ashore to "visit"?..If you've ever had an uncomfortable feeling around certain strangers then you'll know how I felt. During the somewhat strange conversation we found out that they weren't hunters and they had no fishing tackle.We were still over a days float from the nearest civilization and these people had no apparent reason to be on the river. To tell you the truth they made my hackles raise.
My partner had a Dan Wesson .44mag visible on his belt. My Ruger was in a cross draw holster on my side. These characters had no visible weapons but could well have had guns under their coats. We had a small cook fire going to heat our lunch and we were all kind of gathered around the fire. I made it a point to keep them in front of me and I never turned my back on them. I gave my partner a couple of looks trying to convey to him my mistrust of these people.
We were both wearing money belts with our personal papers, hunting license and a goodly amount of cash. Alaska is a really big country. In the coarse of our float hunt we had covered over 100 miles of wilderness so it would be easy for a couple of hunters like us with our gear and rubber rafts to just disappear.
Like I said, during their "visit", the conversation with our guest was a strange one. It wasn't the friendly kind of meeting you might expect in a situation like this. They may have sensed our uneasiness and the fact that we were armed and gave no opportunity, at any rate when they climbed back into their boat and shoved off I breathed a sigh of relief. Were they scoundrels?...I don't know, but by being armed and ready we'll never really know for sure...