My bear wasn't the beast the others got, but my stalk was no easy feat. My Dad and I were in a clear cut glassing an opposing ridgeline with the headwaters of the creek to our left. I spotted the bear feeding up out of the creek bottom and she was just about 700 yards away, or a mile/mile and a half following the logging road around the canyon. I told my dad I'm gonna go for it, and if I wasn't on the opposite side in a half hour I would turn around and come back, it took me about 25 minutes of off and on jogging to get there. With hand signals my Dad put me above the bear from where I was on the logging road and I started my descent. It was steep, rocky and slick, no easy task to complete successfully. I kept working my way down, my Dad confirmed that I needed to go straight down. I cleared some trees and spotted the two downed trees she had been around, but there was no sight of here. I was maybe 50 yards away, and nothing. I couldn't see my Dad, I couldn't see the bear. I crept closer trying not to stir any rocks, snap twigs or fall on my arse. Closer yet, maybe 40ish yards to the uprooted trees and she stood straight up on her hind legs our of the hole carved by the roots of the tree.
She had grass sticking out both sides of her mouth, and I had a clear shot of her chest but never got a whole view of her body. I figured it was either bear or no bear, so I decided bear. She dropped easy, and the root hole caught her from tumbling down and I got to work. I'm anxious to get her home as I'm sure she'll eat well. 100% free range grass and grub fed organic bear.
A few more pics off my camera.
The end of light.
My Dad
A few minutes before I spotted my bear.
Story of my life, mine just doesn't measure up compared to others....actually, I'm 8 feet tall.
Obligatory rifle and dead animal pic.
Looking back to where I spotted her from.
The pack out.
Just about home.
