After running, walking and then finally stalking from 1,000 yards to 40 yards in a huge tide flat with absolutely no cover, I discovered the black bear we had spotted was feeding on, guarding and sleeping on a moose carcass...seen here.
I crouched and watched the lazy bear raise his head to check the wind. After he lowered his head, I stood up and waved at Luke (The Ursus) who was 900 yards away with the .44, to come out a little closer just in case I needed back-up.
When Luke was about 70 yards behind me I crept in to 10 yards and the bear raised his head again. He checked the wind and looked directly at me. I was low and still. When he lowered his head again I stood, picked a spot, drew, anchored and released. The shot was off it's mark. It struck the bear and the old boar immediatly jumped to his feet with a roar.
I backed away 10 yards and noticed two things that gave me hope. The bear bear began to trot away from me and he was bleeding profusely.
As I watched him walk away, I noticed the arrow in his neck and blood was pouring out his mouth and nose.
Topic: Follow the Blood Trail (Read 4234 times)
