Ray showed a nice picture of my bear but there are a few details to the story. After hitting the first bear in the shoulder with a stone point, I put my selfbow back in it's case. I was going to get serious...Griffin longbow, carbon arrows, and Simmons 190 gr Interceptors with bleeders :eek:
Luckily I didn't see anything that night on the Raptor stand. After Big Bob took his bear, I switched to the Deli stand. Ray had already filled his tag and was anxious to get back on stand so he agreed to film me. That night we had a big bear come in 4 times and present at least a dozen great shots. Finally Ray couldn't take it anymore and leaned down to ask...too small
Now we were down to 5 hunters and I felt like a kid at Xmas with anticipation...I was ready for some action! Notice my match stick/rubber band arrow keeper. I was going Primitive
A real nice bear with a great coat came in early and the shot was perfect...pass thru double lung cutting the aorta (yea I gave anatomy lesson at skinning time). As he turned to run back from where he came in, the arrow just fell out right in front of the crib. He went about 20 yards and we heard the death moan. As we tracked him the blood trail was great which you usually don't get with bears, the stone head opened a huge hole on both sides. in fact as we were looking on the ground, I noticed that my pants were covered in blood from the alder leaves on the trail. Ray had filmed the entire sequence...hence the Hollywood nickname!
On the drive out, a wolf ran right in front of our truck! What a perfect ending. I don't think we will ever forget it. Thanks Ray...Doc