The Hedgehog
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Weeks ago while hunting elk, I crossed a fresh bear track in the snow, up high in the Madison Mtns. I started to follow, mostly to size it up. After a few hundred hards and under a few fir trees, it was obvious it was an extra huge black bear. The elk hunting was dismal, so I kept following the track, often times through 3 ft of snow. It kept going up the drainage, and along a north facing blowdown infested hell hole. I assumed it was heading back to a den site, and decided my day was a bear hunting day now. The track was very fresh, hours at the most, I slowly followed, carfully looking for tracks going in, and coming out of piles of downed timber in the snow. After about 1.5 miles it looked like it went in, and there were no fresh tracks coming out, but some older tracks around. I figured this was it. I set up and started doing my best fawn in distress call.