Well I guess I’ll pick up where Gerald left off.
Dustin and I showed up Thursday just as the maps were being poured over and a game plan was being struck. In the confusion I heard something along the lines of “easy logging road” and instantly offered to tag along with that hunter. MinnesotaHunter is a hell of a stand-up guy, and I was pumped to get to try and watch him shoot a bear.
We made the 3-4 mile hike up into the tops of the clearcut area right at magic time, maybe seven o’clock. We had hardly busted out the snacks and gotten settled in to the glassing spot when the bear fed out on the very highest road of the cut, maybe 600 yards from us.
Even though we were close, and had a logging road between us and him, we both agreed it’d be better to back out, swing up a ridgeline and cross a snowfield. This would put us on the level with him, and we figured would be our highest chance of getting up close and personal with him.
The snowfield was miserable, but after finding out what Gerald and Dave were messing with at the same time, I won’t complain.
When we finally got up on to the same road as the bear, MH had the choice of taking a 400 yard shot, or trying to cut the distance way closer and shoot it on the same hillside. He chose the latter, and I hung back to watch the action unfold. The stalk worked absolutely perfect, and there was a giant old boar on the ground. I am not proud of how much I misjudged this bear, but at least I missed the right way and we had a serious case of ground growth on our hands.
It’s still unbelievable to me that on the same night both MH and Dave killed monster brown bears like that at the same time, just over the ridge from each other. That night the campfire was roaring and the alcohol was flowing. A day I won’t be forgetting anytime soon.