Well, I hope the bear season was better for everyone else then for myself and Moosie. We checked our two bait sites the night before the close of the season and determined that neither site was worth sitting on and started the process of hauling out gear. As Moosie and I drove back discussed with this seasons baiting and wondering what we could have done differently, I decided to go out the last night and sit in the canyon were I had caught the bear hunting fever five years ago with Moosie. I invited the wife to go, Moosie had decided to make his wife happy and stay home for a night, and after loading up the dogs, both non-hunters but love to go, we headed out. We stopped and checked out a couple of campgrounds that were in the area for this summer and then headed to the spot I had in mind. After a quick hike up the opposite hillside for a better vantage point, we sat and waited. That was when I started wondering what the heck I was thinking, just show up on the last night of the season on a hillside you haven’t visited for several years and expect to see bear. Then it happened, after fifteen long indecisive minutes, from out of no were there was a bear on the other side. If only I had known earlier in the season that I could skip all the hard work and just sit on a hillside for an evening to see bear. We watched as he/she meandered around the opposite slop, walking from bush to bush, disappearing behind a tree, and reappearing on the other side. Although it wasn’t a big enough bear to warrant a trip to the other hillside, it was great to watch, especially since my wife had never seen a bear in the wild before. So although the season wasn’t as successful as I had hoped at least the last night was a success.