Trapped in elevator- What guns?

MountainGun44

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The elevator car you are riding suddenly lurches to a stop between floors. What guns do you bring with you? You are limited to the amount of gear you can carry in a grocery store size cart.

There is a Grizzly Sow and her cubs in the elevator with you.
 
ROTFL! :)
Might as well bring seasoning instead so that the Grissly can enjoy a fine meal of one done TFLer...

I suppose ear plugs and any automatic rifle or light machine gun would be sufficient IF there's enough stace between the bear and you to fit the barrel. Try gentle persuasion first, though.

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Oleg "peacemonger" Volk

http://dd-b.net/RKBA
 
I opt for single round in any operative firearm. I aim this squarely at my right temple and fire. Sounds extreme, but even if you were able to defeat the grizzlies, their odder in a confined elevator would surely cause slow, painful death.

By the way, MountainGun44, does this happen much where you live?
 
Let's be rational about this. Since muzk soothes the savage beast the grizzly sow will quickly fall into a peaceful slumber. At that point all you need it a single round chambered for any pistol sufficiently powerful enough to go through a human skull, for when Barry Manilow gets to be too much to endure. I'll write Jan Libourel and get his opinion on what to use.
 
Do I have a buddy along that I can kneecap with a .22? Oh, wait, nowhere to run... damn. Guess I'll just put my .45 under my chin instead. ;)
 
Stand and deliver!!!!!

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Many of the trappers bear the most incontestible proofs of having been roughly handled by them, of
which the most shocking instance, together with attendant circumstances, is told of a well known
trapper by the name of Hugh Glass, which is so extraordinary, that I shall give a brief sketch of it here.
The same incidents have already been related, I believe, in the Southern Literary Messenger.

Glass was an engaged trapper in the service of Major Henry, who was the leader of a party of beaver
hunters several years in the mountains. In the year 1822 or '23, during an excursion to the sources
of the Yellow Stone, Glass was employed in hunting for the subsistence of the company. One day, being
as usual in advance of his friends, in quest of game, he reached a thicket on the margin of a
stream, which he penetrated, intending to cross the river, as it intersected his course. But no sooner had
he gained the center of the almost impenetrable underbrush, than a female bear, accompanied by
her two cubs, fell upon him, cast him to the ground, and deliberately commenced devouring him. But
the company happening to arrive at this critical moment, immediately destroyed the grizzly
monsters, and rescued him from present death, though he had received several dangerous wounds, his
whole body being bruised and mangled, and he lay weltering in his own blood, in the most
excruciating agony. To procure surgical aid, or to remove the unfortunate sufferer, were equally
impossible; neither could the commander think of frustrating the object of his enterprise by remaining
idle, with a large party of men, engaged at high salaries. Under these circumstances, by offering a large
reward, he induced two men to remain with, and administer to the wants of poor Glass, until he
should die, as no one thought his recovery possible, and proceeded on with his party to accomplish the
purpose of the expedition. These men remained with Glass five days, but as he did not die
perhaps as they anticipated he soon must, when the company left them, they cruelly abandoned him,
taking his rifle, shot-pouch, etc., with them, believing that he would soon linger out a miserable
existence. Leaving him without the means of making a fire, or procuring food, the heartless wretches
followed the trail of the company, reached their companions, and circulated the report that Glass had
died, and that they had buried him. No one doubted the truth of their statement until some months
afterward, when to the astonishment of all, Glass appeared in health and vigor before them; but
fortunately for one of the villains, he had already descended the Missouri and enlisted in the service of
the United States. The other, though present when Glass arrived, being a youth, received a severe
reprimand only from the justly exasperated hunter, for his unpardonable crime.[/quote] http://www.thefiringline.com/NonCGI/Forum5/HTML/000263.html


[This message has been edited by dZ (edited May 19, 2000).]
 
Does God fit in a shopping cart? And if he does, how much space is left? Would an M2 fit in the shopping cart next to God? Maybe a LAW, that would stop the bear, but … well, if you see God, you die anyway according my the Bible, so yeah I'll just take God and pray he helps me

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It ain't mah fault. did I do dat?
http://yellowman.virtualave.net/
 
Very good question and something we should all think about and prepare for. Hey, it could happen!

I would opt for a mini-gun. Why, you ask? I would use it to completely shoot out the floor on the bears side. The bear and cubs drop through the hole. Threat neutralized. Now I can wait calmly for the FD rescue team. Ok, maybe they'll send in the SWAT team first, but I'll be rescued no matter what. ;)

Another thought problem I have been wrestling with is: You are playing an absorbing video game at Time Out in your local mall. The mall closes without you knowing it and you are trapped. No one knows you're there and the mall won't open for another 11 hours. You can have only one Hummer and anything that it can carry. With that severe limitation, what weapons/ammo and provisions do you bring with you?
 
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by MountainGun44:
The elevator car you are riding suddenly lurches to a stop between floors. What guns do you bring with you? You are limited to the amount of gear you can carry in a grocery store size cart.

There is a Grizzly Sow and her cubs in the elevator with you.
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The cubs are no threat. And since you have not stated that the Sow is armed I will have to
assume this rules out lethal force as an option [the "reasonable man" rule].

Fortunately I have anticipated this very scenario...and have spent years studying BJJ...I will
simply apply a double leg take down, because as we all know once on the ground size and
weight don't matter...then proceed with a strangle hold.

After the sow is dealt with will play "go fish" with the youngsters, to keep their anxiety at bay, till Lassie brings the rescue
party.

:p
 
ROFLMAO!!!!! :D

I was thinking of using some sticky bombs like they used in "Saving Private Ryan". I could easily carry enough C-4 and I usually wear 2 socks; but where would I get the axle grease? Perhaps the sticky substance that, now that I am trapped with a grizz, there seems to be an abundance of in my underwear will work. :o I do seem to remember a joke about this substance sticking well to a bear's fur. I would probably still like to have my 629 along for plan B. One round will be all I will need for it if plan A doesn't work.

Halffast

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"I say that big talk is worth doodly-squat." Granny Hawkins from the Outlaw Josey Wales
 
DZ, I've read in some of the research I've done on the "Moutain Man" era, that one of the men who abandoned Glass, was a very young Jim Bridger. Later, when Glass ran into Bridger, he apologized vehemently, and Glass forgave him. So the story goes. FWIW.

J.B.
 
I would offer to pray with said bear, and while Brer Bear was saying grace, I would escape through the roof.

Doom on you, Bear! HAHAHAHA- OOPS!

slipping off cable, and falling to death
 
Honey... in a super soaker...squirt it all over the opposite wall anmd while bears are licking aformentioned sticky stuff up.. you climb up on the cart to make your escape.

Bear DO like honey right?? Right??

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Alternate plan.. make like a daddy bear and HOPE to hell momma doesn't know the difference.. if you are on her back she can't get to ya! (and it might help to pass the time)

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Plan 2 overturn grocery cart and get inside it like a shark cage let the bears eat all grocerires in the cart.. hope your cell phone works and call the cavalry.

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Plan 3 MAC 10 on full auto.. shoot holes in the floor around the bears.. their weight will make them fall through (it works in the movies) of course you'll be deaf but you'll have a cool story to tell.

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plan 4 remove plastic toothpick from teeth and tell momma bear if she doesn't keep her smartass kids in line you are take all three of them over your knee starting with HER. Glare like you mean it until help arrives.
 
Well in my shopping cart I would have:
M60 with 400 rounds of belt fed ammo.
Desert eagle .50AE 10 mags.
Barrett 50. cal semi auto with five extra mags.
HK MP5 (for the cubs of course) :D

To fill the nooks and crannies left in between the items in my cart I would have:
Ear plugs
Ear muffs (need that extra set of protection for when I go wild with the .50)
Hand grenade (just in case the bear gets me first and I have to go KAMAKAZI)

Now I think I would start with the M60 and let loose. If I didn't kill them after 400 rounds they would at least be disoriented enough so I could get to the Barrett .50 cal.
 
You guys are all going way overboard.

All you need is a couple of pic-uh-nic baskets full of sandwiches. A bulk container of sleeping pills would come in handy too. Just don't let Ranger Smith catch you feeding the bears!
 
Folks, you are forgetting your training. For shame!

No wimpy grocery basket. I scoff! (Scoff, scoff, scoff!)

Whip out your self-defense photo (which you never dare look at yourself).

You know, the photo of Janet Reno, topless, wearing a thong!

Mama bear would:
a) be terrorized,
b) become horribly, helplessly ill, or
c) simply die laughing!

In any case, no animal could withstand such a ... um ... vision! (Gag!)

After the threat is neutralized, return your photo to your Buck Rogers approved asbestos pocket for your own safety. Securing the photo also may prevent a lifetime prison sentence for cruelty to animals. ;)
 
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