So now that the dust has settled back home, I thought I would add a bit more commentary.
Day 1: Ed and I linked up on Friday morning at the airport in MN. Ed had been out of town for work, so he never even left the airport. I already had his rifle and some another bag, so it worked out pretty slick. We made it to MSO around 1 and after a quick stop at BHA HQ and the grocery store, we were on our way to bear camp with provisions (including some Cold Smoke; which we did our level best to deliver intact, from Grant, to J.R. in camp).
We hit camp with enough time to say hi to everyone who wasn't already out for the evening, get our camp pitched, and get out for a few hours of glassing. No bears that first evening, but I did spot a lion crossing a slide about a 1000 yds off. It is always cool to see a cat.
As ussual the revelry in camp was outstanding, as was the food (thanks Cush!!)
Day 2: The next day was kind of dreary and rainy, and we decided to hike up into a couple of creek drainages that had been clearcut a few years ago. The top of which was just about at the snowline. Randy11 and Gerald had hiked into the base of them a few days earlier and had seen a sow and cubs, so we knew there were bears using the area, we just needed to find a bear with one of those fancy bones everyone had been ogling over back at camp.
We worked our way up into the drainages it looked like both had the potential to hold bears, so Ed and I decided to split up and each cover one. We hadn't seen any fresh bear sign on the way up. We did see some elk and a bunch of deer. As I worked my way up towards the top of my drainage I noticed an area all the way at the top that was screened from view by a stand of lodgepoles, so I decided to sneek out there and see if I could find some sign, as it looked like a great spot and was the greenest stuff we saw. There was a bunch of scat, and it was big. At this point I was torn between sitting on this spot hoping a bear would pop out, and back out of it so I could glass the whole drainage and try to locate a bear that we might have to come back in and kill the next day. I opted for the latter; which proved to be the right move.
I moved back out to the edge of the drainage to glass. I had probably been sitting there for a half hour or so, when I heard something further up the knob from me. Initially I figured it was some of the mule deer we had been bumping throughout the day, but a few seconds later a big furry black blob lumbered over the crest. My initial impression from his head, front shoulders, and gait was that this was a boar, but I am not an experienced judge of bears, and I had about 50 yds before he would get back into the timber. I watched him as long as I could to make sure no cubs came tumbling after him, at the same time trying to find a solid rest for the shot. Due to the crest of the hill between me and him, the only clear shot I had was offhand; which I don't like, but after pulling up on him and seeing the crosshairs rest perfectly I decided to touch it off. I didn't have time to range him, but I knew he was close enough that it wouldn't matter. With the light recoil of the .260, and the scope on min power, I was able to watch the round hit perfectly, and the bear fold instantly, tumbling down through the deadfall until he caught up on a stump. I cycled the bolt right away and held on him for a follow up if neccesary, but it wasn't, he was done. I ran up there, checked his wedding tackle, and freed him from the deadfall to roll down the hill a little further.
Where he held up:
I was able to get one photo taken, and one text to Ed that I had "got one". Then my phone died. As I sat there admiring my bear, I realized I had forgotten both of my knives down in the truck (2 hours away), so I didn't have alot to do at the moment, and decided to keep glassing until Ed came up later on. Well, wouldn't you know another boar steps out of the timber on the far side of the drainage to munch some grass. I got to looking at him and my untrained eye made me think that he might be a bit bigger that the bear I had just shot. Now, I have hunted alot of years with Ed, and I had no expectation that he would give up his hunt for the rest of the evening to come up to see my bear until shooting light was gone, but now I was really hoping he might. There was about 35-40 minutes of shooting light left and a 20-25 minute hike each way to go get Ed, so I figured my best bet was to stay put and watch this bear, so we could come back and kill him the next day. I was concerned about blowing this other bear out, so at last light I decided that as cold as it was going to be, if I propped the bear up on his stomach he would be ok there for the night, and I snuck out of the drainage.
Ed and I linked up for the long walk out, and that evening in camp was congratulations and story telling, as usual.
Day 3: Sunday morning we got ready to head back up and take care of my bear. Randy and Travis were going to walk in with Ed and I, and then shuttle out the meat, while I stayed up for the evening with Ed, to hopefully smoke that other boar.
Here are some more picks of the bear. He was a nice boar, I said about a "five footer" the evening before, but it turns out he was a little nicer. When the Taxi put a quick tape to him when I dropped him off he figured once the skull was out he would be an inch or two shy of 6ft. He did have an oversized noggin and big old mits.
Awesome Photography
Another Angle
Big Ole Mitt
Gratuitus Shot with New Rifle
To be continued.....