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Prologue
I’ve lived in a number of western states, including Montana, Wyoming, Idaho, Oregon, and Washington. Of these, I’ve hunted my home state of Idaho the least. I made a resolution this year to spend more time in the Gem State, beginning with a spring bear hunt with a good friend from Boise. Join us for a photo documentary.
Mimicking Khunter’s recipe for success.
Wingman.
Cruising altitude.
The mighty Salmon River.
Leaving civilization.
Moonlight at the trailhead.
Breakfast buffet.
Supplies.
Gear.
Wingman.
The trail.
Sign.
Where water and granite collide.
Beer fridge.
Recipe for bear hunting. Climb ridge. Glass. Repeat. Vistas from said recipe.
Somewhere along this ridge is a full can of Copenhagen that fell out of my pocket.
Woof track.
Hiding from the rain.
Trying to dry out.
More vistas.
Wingman on lookout.
Putting rain gear on, again.
Bear. 224 yards from my tent door.
How great the chasm that lay between us.
Wet tipi. A wood stove will be on order before we depart again.
Tired wingman.
Bluebird day for the trip out.
Epilogue
Obviously I still have an Idaho bear tag. The adventure will continue in September. More importantly, is the opportunity to explore some of Gods finest handiwork with good friends and a good dog. Who could ask for more?
The End
I’ve lived in a number of western states, including Montana, Wyoming, Idaho, Oregon, and Washington. Of these, I’ve hunted my home state of Idaho the least. I made a resolution this year to spend more time in the Gem State, beginning with a spring bear hunt with a good friend from Boise. Join us for a photo documentary.
Mimicking Khunter’s recipe for success.
Wingman.
Cruising altitude.
The mighty Salmon River.
Leaving civilization.
Moonlight at the trailhead.
Breakfast buffet.
Supplies.
Gear.
Wingman.
The trail.
Sign.
Where water and granite collide.
Beer fridge.
Recipe for bear hunting. Climb ridge. Glass. Repeat. Vistas from said recipe.
Somewhere along this ridge is a full can of Copenhagen that fell out of my pocket.
Woof track.
Hiding from the rain.
Trying to dry out.
More vistas.
Wingman on lookout.
Putting rain gear on, again.
Bear. 224 yards from my tent door.
How great the chasm that lay between us.
Wet tipi. A wood stove will be on order before we depart again.
Tired wingman.
Bluebird day for the trip out.
Epilogue
Obviously I still have an Idaho bear tag. The adventure will continue in September. More importantly, is the opportunity to explore some of Gods finest handiwork with good friends and a good dog. Who could ask for more?
The End
