Sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you guys. Here is the story. When we got to the island I had planned on just hunting the creeks and the flats where the rivers dumped into the ocean. I had done my homework, a ton of research online, talked to multiple guys who had hunted the island, and had talked to biologists about hunting the bears on the island in the fall. For the first three days we hunted the Harris River and different areas around twelve mile arm. After three days we had seen nine bears, all sows with cubs. On day four we decided to take the skiff over to an outlet we had heard wasn't hunted during the spring because it was being logged. We had just gotten out of the boat and were unloading our gear when I heard a faint scratching sound coming from the trees around the beach. I looked up to see a black bear slowly making it's way down a pine. I yelled for my uncle who had his rifle to take the bear, for some reason he hesitated. The bear stopped at the bottom of the tree to look back at us and then took of into the forest. We concentrated our efforts on this outlet the rest of the trip. On our next to last day I wasn't even carrying a weapon when we rounded a corner on the logging road we were walking and I see a pumpkin head thirty yards off the road to our left munchin on berries. Fortunately the wind was in our face and the bear didn't know we were there. My uncle hadn't spotted the bear, so I pointed the bear out and whispered for him to take the shot NOW. Again my uncle was hesitating so after a few explitives from myself he was on the bear. I told him not so nicely to put a bullet into the bears armpit. Well at thirty yards should be a chip shot right. So after the first shot we come up to the top of the hill where we last saw the bear and the bear is about fifteen yards away, he was hurt bad but not finished so I had my uncle put one into the bears spine. Amazingly the bear rolled down the other side of the hill and onto the logging road we were walking on. After working on the bear it was getting late, and we did not want to be on the water after dark. It was decided that I would head down to the water and let my other uncle know what had happened and to keep the boat at the beach. Well on my way down to the water, I see a bear working it's way through a clearcut headed towards the logging road I am on. I don't have a weapon. So I hustle back up to where my hesitant uncle is finishing his bear and grab his 30.06, when I get back down to where I saw the bear he is on the logging road going away from me and out of sight. So I head down the road after him. When I get to the last spot I saw him he is nowhere to be found. Keep heading down the road when I look up the ridge above the logging road and see a bear standing on a stump looking at me about 130 yards uphill. Not the shot angle I want, all I can see is his head and chest, but it's all I got. The bullet entered the center of his chest and exited out the spine. The bear died right where he stood. We decided to leave my bear and get him done the next morning.
