Sharing my Bear Race?
One day last fall, I loaded Wolf Pack and headed up the hill hoping to get the hounds out on a bear for exercise. It was one of those go alone days and I’d planned to spend it with my hounds.
We drove up the hill and I passed two young men sitting along side the road with a dog box in their truck, so I drove on past them. Just up the road I got a bump on bear from the hounds but didn’t stop because I knew I had those two guys behind me. It wasn’t far to the top of that ridge, so I continued on and stopped at a little turn road when I approached it.
One of the two young men recognized me and stopped. Did you get a bump back there?” he asked.
Yes I did,” I responded, then asked him where he was headed.
“Up the hill,” he replied. “I’m going to take the dogs for a walk down that big drainage.”
Well, I knew this young man had a kill tag…and I started to ask them if they wanted to go look for that bear my dogs had rigged with me…but you know how houndsmen are, don’t you? If you don’t know, then take my word for it. Most are protective of their game, knowledge and whatever else they might have acquired throughout the years.
They went their way and I went back down and dug around until I got that strike again, then shipped my hounds. They ran up the drainage, out across the far ridge then turned that bear nearly back to the road and fell on the wood—not a 100 yards from the road I’d passed those two young men on. What a treat!
I did find a nice plump, cinnamon bear in the tree upon finishing my short walk. That young man also killed his own bear the next day over his hounds…..and that’s the way it should have been rather than having to share any of his glory with me. Sometimes things work out for the best.
Ike
I’m pumped for fall bear how bout you guys?
One day last fall, I loaded Wolf Pack and headed up the hill hoping to get the hounds out on a bear for exercise. It was one of those go alone days and I’d planned to spend it with my hounds.
We drove up the hill and I passed two young men sitting along side the road with a dog box in their truck, so I drove on past them. Just up the road I got a bump on bear from the hounds but didn’t stop because I knew I had those two guys behind me. It wasn’t far to the top of that ridge, so I continued on and stopped at a little turn road when I approached it.
One of the two young men recognized me and stopped. Did you get a bump back there?” he asked.
Yes I did,” I responded, then asked him where he was headed.
“Up the hill,” he replied. “I’m going to take the dogs for a walk down that big drainage.”
Well, I knew this young man had a kill tag…and I started to ask them if they wanted to go look for that bear my dogs had rigged with me…but you know how houndsmen are, don’t you? If you don’t know, then take my word for it. Most are protective of their game, knowledge and whatever else they might have acquired throughout the years.
They went their way and I went back down and dug around until I got that strike again, then shipped my hounds. They ran up the drainage, out across the far ridge then turned that bear nearly back to the road and fell on the wood—not a 100 yards from the road I’d passed those two young men on. What a treat!
I did find a nice plump, cinnamon bear in the tree upon finishing my short walk. That young man also killed his own bear the next day over his hounds…..and that’s the way it should have been rather than having to share any of his glory with me. Sometimes things work out for the best.
Ike
I’m pumped for fall bear how bout you guys?
