As much as for anything else I got my permit so not to get hassled while hunting and driving to and from hunting with my pistols.
The first year that I started hunting solely with pistols my son and I were spring bear hunting. He got bored and so I got him to hike with me to a point where we could see up a long draw. It was amazing. We got to the point and at the top of the draw was a black spot. We glassed the spot and it was a nice bear but it was getting dark. I told my son that we could go get him but it would be dark before we were finished skinning him and then we would have a long walk in the dark back to the truck. He wouldn't have it any other way so we took off towards the bear, running where we could. As we got closer to him, I tried to position us above where the bear was last seen. We weren't able to see him for the last couple hundred yards. I was just hoping that he didn't move and that we didn't come over the last rise looking him in the eye. We sneaked up behind a large rock and found ourselves about twenty yards directly above him. As soon as we got in position, the bear that was busy eating jumped up as if something scared him and darted about fifty yards away. I figured that one of us had made some noise. We stood up and moved to the right a little to see that the bear stopped and ran right back to where he was before without even noticing us. Later I figured he must have poked himself in the nose on a cactus. We got back down into position and shot him.
An incredible experience.