Yeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaw! I finally got that lil furball I’ve been chasing...Just in time, my wife cut me off a couple weeks ago and blue isn’t my colour....
Here's loooong version (I grew up chasin bears in my back yard, but this is the first one I've ever shot)... I’ve been onto this Brute's favorite salad bar for a couple of weeks now and have had my arrows within 40 yards of him a couple of times, but he’s been too smart to give me a shot.
I changed my reservation by half an hour and beat him to the restaurant…..
I got to my spot and set up for a 30 yard shot for his arrival...a 200 x 80 yard clearing in a drainage coming out of a 7,000 ft snowy peak. The wind blows across from the north and Ive always seen him coming in him from the north side (which I thought was strange for a wise bear, but I learned why) I turned my head and there he was sneaking up the east end of the clearing coming up from the south side. (aahhh...he normally checks the wind on south side of the clearing, then gets a view from the hill on the east before making his entrance from the north) My DUMB-ass has luckily gotten me there late, after he checks the south side or I never would have seen him...
As he fed across the hill to the east, I got anxious and tried to close the 100 yard gap. He caught my movement in the open and stared at me frozen in camo, till my legs cramped……he wasn’t getting away this time and I didn’t give it up...but he knew something wasn’t right and bolted into the dark cedars anyways...ffffff...... then I heard a branch snap coming my way...whew, his stomach was doing the thinking tonight.
...back to my spot...he appears from the forest on the north side at 30 yards.... he’s looking right at me, my bow is on the ground and my rifle is across my lap....he sniffs, stares, steps, & repeats until he’s at 15 yards, (gulp....couldn’t get a tack up my butt with a jackhammer....
)....if he charges it’d be tough to beat him to the draw....but I’m not blowin’ this....
He calmed and started to feed down the salad bar in front of me at 15 yards, he goes behind the tree I get the rifle up....WHEW, finally looking THROUGH the scope....he saw something and bolts 5 yards and looks....fffffff......back to the salad....I think about the bow.....fuggit....quartering away....BBAMMM 220 grains of 300 Weatherby mag. (I took your advice Moosie) Double lunger into the far shoulder – 22 yards……tries to get up...gurgle....done in 30 seconds!!
Yeaaaah!!! (that rush was definitely worth the blue balls) !! But I think that glacial water did something to him ‘cause a serious case of ground shrink set in about then....DOH!
Here's loooong version (I grew up chasin bears in my back yard, but this is the first one I've ever shot)... I’ve been onto this Brute's favorite salad bar for a couple of weeks now and have had my arrows within 40 yards of him a couple of times, but he’s been too smart to give me a shot.
I changed my reservation by half an hour and beat him to the restaurant…..
I got to my spot and set up for a 30 yard shot for his arrival...a 200 x 80 yard clearing in a drainage coming out of a 7,000 ft snowy peak. The wind blows across from the north and Ive always seen him coming in him from the north side (which I thought was strange for a wise bear, but I learned why) I turned my head and there he was sneaking up the east end of the clearing coming up from the south side. (aahhh...he normally checks the wind on south side of the clearing, then gets a view from the hill on the east before making his entrance from the north) My DUMB-ass has luckily gotten me there late, after he checks the south side or I never would have seen him... As he fed across the hill to the east, I got anxious and tried to close the 100 yard gap. He caught my movement in the open and stared at me frozen in camo, till my legs cramped……he wasn’t getting away this time and I didn’t give it up...but he knew something wasn’t right and bolted into the dark cedars anyways...ffffff...... then I heard a branch snap coming my way...whew, his stomach was doing the thinking tonight.
...back to my spot...he appears from the forest on the north side at 30 yards.... he’s looking right at me, my bow is on the ground and my rifle is across my lap....he sniffs, stares, steps, & repeats until he’s at 15 yards, (gulp....couldn’t get a tack up my butt with a jackhammer....
He calmed and started to feed down the salad bar in front of me at 15 yards, he goes behind the tree I get the rifle up....WHEW, finally looking THROUGH the scope....he saw something and bolts 5 yards and looks....fffffff......back to the salad....I think about the bow.....fuggit....quartering away....BBAMMM 220 grains of 300 Weatherby mag. (I took your advice Moosie) Double lunger into the far shoulder – 22 yards……tries to get up...gurgle....done in 30 seconds!!
Yeaaaah!!! (that rush was definitely worth the blue balls)
!! But I think that glacial water did something to him ‘cause a serious case of ground shrink set in about then....DOH! 
