Bears will mark their territory by standing up and putting their backs to a tree; and then they turn their heads and bite the tree. I am not sure if they are leaving scent from a specific gland; but they do leave not only scent - but the height of the bite marks leaves an indication to other bears of the size of the bear in that territory. As noted; it helps to find these markers when putting out a bait I love the pictures !! thanks so much for sharing
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The week as a whole was a little slow in the bear hunting department. I never did see one. But man did we have some fun.
The average day went something like this... Up fairly early with a cup of coffee and down to the rock shelf that ran out into the lake to catch breakfast. There was seldom any problem catching enough walleye for whichever meal we chose... and we chose it for many. It's my favorite fish for sure.
My dad decided early on in the hunt that bear hunting just wasn't his cup of tea, so he mostly fished and cooked and hung around camp. He's been gone for 30 years now and I sure miss him. Those were some great days for us.
In the mean time Gary was having much better luck in the bear department, but I'll let him tell about that.
I remember one comical incident that reminds me that I'm not the only one who was a little "edgy" in my early bear hunting days.
Our usual routine was to put four guys in a vehicle and drop them at their bait site one at a time. We'd be miles apart so it took a while. The guy driving would park near his bait and pick everyone up in reverse order of what they'd been dropped off.
One of the guys... a kid named Vince... was the last in line to be picked up and instead of waiting on the road for us he'd decided he would wait in his stand until we arrived at the road. We would honk and let him know we were waiting.
Well, Vince's stand was way back in along a pretty little lake that teamed with ducks and loons and it would take him quite a while to get out to the truck.
One evening we pulled up and honked as usual and everyone got out to enjoy the night and the sounds of the Canadian bush.
We had just settled in by the front of the truck when off in the distance we heard a blood curdling scream... Yeooooooooooooowww!!!
It seemed that we barely had time to get concerned when Vince came racing out of the darkness.
Side heaving and totally winded he looked to be in one piece and we looked him over good until he could talk.
Seems he had just left his stand in the pitch darkness and was making his way through the thick timber on a bear trail (what else?). Off to his side came the sound of heavy foot falls closing fast.
In that instant of recognition that some critter was closing fast, Vince's adrenaline level spiked like a tea kettle coming to boil.
Blind in the black of night and surronding brush Vince would only wait a second and it was on him.
A snowshoe hare rocketed out of the brush and across his feet, immediately followed by it's companion. Bunny grabass in the bushes.
It was too much for Vince and the tea kettle boiled over with a screeching scream. He went from zero to light speed in less time than it takes to read this.
I'm sure no Olympic sprinter could have covered the rough terrain any quicker than Vince did that night.
While there was a little good natured ribbing at his expense I doubt there was a man there who wasn't glad it was him and not them.
I love Bear stories, Fred Bear, and Black Bears. Keep em coming, This is good!
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Wow! Guys now that really is a great story and looking back today what a thrill it must have been just to be there. I feel privileged to have read the story and seen the pics.
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Gary spent about an hour writing last night only to lose everything he'd written in a glitch during submission... been there, done that, myself! He'll be along in a while when he gets his fist removed from the wall.
While we're waiting for Gary let me post a few thoughts about Fred Bear...
Even at the age of 74-75 (his age when we met him)Fred had a twinkle in his eyes and a hint of mischief in his heart. He was a practical joker and seemed to work at ideas for having fun.
He was very "available" to whoever wanted a piece of his time and for the time he was talking with you made you feel like you were the only one worth talking to.
Fred was a real inventor even into his later years. That part of him never really waned... note the silencers on his string in one of the pictures. They appeared to be some sort of weatherstripping material.
He was a generous man. He offered to let me take his personal bow to kill a bear with... I suck as a lefty or I would have. I found out that this was not an uncommon gesture of Fred's.
On the first night in camp, we'd not been to the "state store" so we had no refreshments. I was elected to go to Fred's cabin and mooch a six pack... Fred sent me back with a case.
Though Fred did spend a little time hunting bears ("I've killed a bunch of bears and don't really need to shoot another one."), he seemed to really enjoy time out on the lake fishing.
When in the woods hunting bears, on that trip, he fabricated a "stalking blind". In other words, a barrier that shielded his movements from a bear on the bait. Fred would wander off for periods of time doing whatever and occasionally return to the area of the bait. He'd check for bears from a distance and if one was present he would be able to stalk down a cleared trail to the barrier. Pretty smart hunter.
Too cool! I had no idea what I was going to find when I opened up this thread. What a treasure!
-------------------- PBS Regular Member WTA Life Member In the end, it is not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. Abraham Lincoln. Posts: 10450 | From: Lake Mills, WI | Registered: Mar 2003
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Thanks Charlie and Gary for sharing this with all of us!!!
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