That in Washington? If so, there is really only 1 place that you could purposely find a grizzly. I doubt that is from that area as it is nowhere near Rainier, but curious.
Hunting bears with hounds is a whole different game compared to cats. Many times we had bears run into the next day without catching them or like yours, tree/bay multiple miles from a road with no trail to them. Even had some we ran multiple times that began to outsmart us!!
Loved your thread.
First BBD of the season (big boar down).
Rarely does passing such a big boar early result in another big boar later that you take home!! Congrats!! Your thread brought back tons of memories of running bears in Western Washington’s steep timberlands.
This is gold.
To top it all off, he is getting the bear shoulder mounted with mouth closed. I told him he was lying to everyone and needed it mounted mouth open chomping down on a hamburger bun.
A buddy of mine who has a YouTube channel shot a tiny boar 2 days ago. Of course he had to shoot it since he needed the content for his channel.
It had taken a hamburger bun into its mouth when he hammered an arrow into its liver. The bun was about the size of its head.
#hamburglar
Sorry about the loss through failed adoption. That system is horribly screwed up with all risk on the new parents.
Anyway, since you are so “handy”…#onlyfans
50oz Camelbak for me as the 32oz just wasn’t enough on warm weather hunts/hikes.
Kevlar gloves for skinning, work sharp pocket sharpener, MSR windburner, ferro rod, and notebook to document hunt details. I have found the note pad to be invaluable to accurately recall dates/times/weather...
Unless she is destined to play professionally, it’s not worth it.
I played high level baseball up to division 1 in college and had parents who often complained directly and by any method possible about the coaches. I was never going to play professionally and the day I walked away, none of it...
The tooth aging was just posted online and my bull was aged at 13.5; the oldest bull killed last season in Wyoming. Not quite as senile as another member's from the year before, but far more than I ever could have hoped for. As best as I could figure the age of the bulls slowly crept down the...