I spoke with Chris (juneaulongbow) this weekend and he made me aware of this post. John, you have asked for first hand accounts. I have one.
As Chris mentioned this story was printed in TBM. May 2002, I believe. It happended just like I wrote. If you have not read the article here is the Reader's Digest version.
A good friend, Lon Hadfield, encouraged me to consider brown bear hunting in the spring of 2001. I had never really considered hunting browns until then. I was thinking I needed more "experience" hunting dangerous game before I took up this challenge. After a day trip out with his family (scouting browns for Lon's wife Phyllis and blacks for me) I was convinced this hunt would be possible. The beach and stalking conditions around this part of Alaska made it clear to me that this could be done, given the right circumstances.
The next afternoon we left the boat launch and headed toward some likely beaches. The goal was to glass the shore, find a bear cruising the beach and get in front of him. If all worked out, I would wait in ambush with Lon providing the back-up gun. It worked better than we could have imagined.
I spotted the bear around 7:00pm. Lon quickly and quietly manuvered the boat ahead of the bear and into the beach. I strung my bow and ran up the beach to find a good ambush site. Lon would see to the anchoring of the boat and be along shortly with the back-up.
I positioned myself near the storm berm and with a fallen tree to my left. This seemed like a good spot because the tree would hide me from approaching bear until he was in a shootable position. I figured he would continue up the beach and towards our location. If he passed within 15 yards I would take the shot.
Lon Finally arrived after what seemed an eternity. From the contour of the beach neither one of us could see back down the beach or the bear's approach. We mouthed a few signals and a few shrugs. No bear yet. I glanced to my left and caught movement just passed the fallen tree. I could see the paws and claws of the bear under the limbs. He was very close. I turned to Lon. He said by the look on my face he quickly surmised the situation. No time to relocate so he just layed down on the beach and steadied the gun.
I turned and readied for the shot. The bear walked out exactly where I had hoped he would. He stopped broadside directly infront of me. He started sniffing the air and turned his head to look out toward the ocean. I drew at that moment and released the arrow. As the arrow struck behind the shoulder I crouched down and did my best impression of a piece of driftwood.
I recall seeing the fletch disappear behind the shoulder. The bear jumped up and spun at the impact of the arrow. He was now facing the opposite direction he was heading. He looked left and right then trotted back the way he came. He looked back over his shoulder once or twice before his back legs faultered. He collapsed moments later there on the beach not 75 yards from my position.
I was standing watching the bear when Lon quietly walked up. We were speechless for a moment and then he said "That was too close." We measured the distance from the divots in the gravel to my spot. 5 yards. The bear had never seen or smelled us.
I looked at my watch. 7:15pm. The whole event from spotting the bear until he was motionless on the beach was arroximately 15 minutes.
After talking with other bear hunters and sharing stories I realize just how fortunate I was that spring evening. The bear did not react the way many hunters and guides describe. He never bit at the arrow, he did not run the direction he was pointing and he did not break for the forest after being hit. That was fortunate for me. He would have run right over the top of me if he had bolted for the woods.
All in all, an amazing hunt and the experience of a lifetime. I used a 56# Fox take-down longbow and 580gr cedar arrow tipped with a 135gr Magnus 1 head.
I hope this sheds a little light on how a brown bear hunt can go.
Respectfully,
Scott L.