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I can only take the credit for the shot...I had some great friends who took me along and found this guy! :wink:
After couple nights dreaming of getting out in the sticks after a bear, the day had come. I woke to a few clouds in the sky and bright sunny breaks every so often...perfect bear weather! Jody and his daughter Brook, along with good friend Jonathan, were along for the hunt. Unfortunately, right when we were able to head out at 4pm, the water turned on...and it rained solid the entire evening. Somewhat bummed the weather wasn't seeming to cooperate, and also not being able to glass several cuts because of fog or pounding rain, we still found ourselves out there most importantly, but we were also still glassing with every opportunity. With a two year old in tow to keep us entertained, we were having fun.
At about 630, I had (literally) no more than spoke the words, "I'm not sure bears like this weather any more than we do..." when Jody says, "Dude, I thinks there's a bear right there!" Sure enough, the binocs confirmed...on the far side of the cut was a black spot working its way out. With the rain still hammering us, John and I kicked into killing mode...no video camera, no packs...just binocs, a range finder and rifle! Some 20 minutes later we had snuck some 150 yards to a perfect setup. He was 220 yards away...the first shot was a good hit from what we could tell as the bear whirled and ran, a second shot on the move was uncertain, but as the bear slowed to a stop, the third shot put him down for good. It still amazes me how quickly a hunt can go from a rainy day with no game to a tag being punched...it only takes a second.
Rain or shine, blood or no blood, God blessed every part of our trip in so many ways and I'm grateful for friend's who share the same passion for His creation.
Here are some video stills after packing it to the top of the ridge...
Jonathan and I...
Jonathan handled the load most of the way...
Brook's not sure she wants to touch it...
But I was able to get a high-5 out of her! :wink:
And lastly, back in town the bear made it's transition from truck to trunk as I was on my way home from a business trip when this hunting "detour" took place.
After couple nights dreaming of getting out in the sticks after a bear, the day had come. I woke to a few clouds in the sky and bright sunny breaks every so often...perfect bear weather! Jody and his daughter Brook, along with good friend Jonathan, were along for the hunt. Unfortunately, right when we were able to head out at 4pm, the water turned on...and it rained solid the entire evening. Somewhat bummed the weather wasn't seeming to cooperate, and also not being able to glass several cuts because of fog or pounding rain, we still found ourselves out there most importantly, but we were also still glassing with every opportunity. With a two year old in tow to keep us entertained, we were having fun.
At about 630, I had (literally) no more than spoke the words, "I'm not sure bears like this weather any more than we do..." when Jody says, "Dude, I thinks there's a bear right there!" Sure enough, the binocs confirmed...on the far side of the cut was a black spot working its way out. With the rain still hammering us, John and I kicked into killing mode...no video camera, no packs...just binocs, a range finder and rifle! Some 20 minutes later we had snuck some 150 yards to a perfect setup. He was 220 yards away...the first shot was a good hit from what we could tell as the bear whirled and ran, a second shot on the move was uncertain, but as the bear slowed to a stop, the third shot put him down for good. It still amazes me how quickly a hunt can go from a rainy day with no game to a tag being punched...it only takes a second.
Rain or shine, blood or no blood, God blessed every part of our trip in so many ways and I'm grateful for friend's who share the same passion for His creation.

Here are some video stills after packing it to the top of the ridge...
Jonathan and I...

Jonathan handled the load most of the way...

Brook's not sure she wants to touch it...

But I was able to get a high-5 out of her! :wink:

And lastly, back in town the bear made it's transition from truck to trunk as I was on my way home from a business trip when this hunting "detour" took place.
