Sat a whole day on the boar, repositioning for the wind. Then scouted - saw that he was just passing through. I found a single-file path he took, and no other bear sign. It was a nice salad bowl, frequented many times daily by deer and elk, but no regular bears.
Headed back down the mountain, across the river, and up another mountain. Found some cool sheds; Pack is about 15 lbs heavier now, haha. Also came across a fresh grizzly boar track twice the size of my hand, and scat the size of a small dog.
Moved to a bald a few miles away that turned out to be bear city. Thousands of bear tracks covering the hilltop. Two small sets, a medium set, and a large set. I figured sow, 2 cubs, and a boar. I verified black bear on the medium set (nearly fatal error!).
No way to see much of the bald at once, so I still-hunted the evening. I set up just right, but wrong species. 2 griz cubs came out at 40 yards. I backed away but the wind shifted and they alarmed. I heard mama roar from inside the treeline.
As I skidattled out of there I found griz grass scat. I didn’t know griz ate grass…good to know! The medium tracks were BB, but the large tracks were mama griz.
Hailstorm blew over my tarp last night and all my stuff is wet. I’m now on a knife ridge overlooking some greenery for my last hunting day. Best grass is about 7600-7800’ now on south-facing slopes. Tomorrow is the hike out.
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