I woke up early this morning, drank my coffee and grabbed my pack, pistol, binos and dog and headed off to the mountains. Two miles up the trail yielded several wildlife sightings. There were some good looking bucks bunched up and two does with small, spotted fawns nearby. Turkeys were out, but they weren't so eager to be viewed; Those big chickens can sure cover some ground when they feel the need.
Towards the end of the trail, before I came across a serious road block, I had found what I'd been after. An elk super-highway cutting through a thick stand of aspen.
I continued on up the trail, to better familiarize myself with the area and found some bearshit. A quick poke with a stick proved how fresh it was. This wasn't surprising, as they are thick in the area and bears are more afraid of me than I am of them, right? Thirty or forty yards further down the trail a few more piles revealed themselves as an unmistakable stench filled my nose. My dog flared up and snarled.
I looked up just in time to see a mature, stocky broadside bear raise up on his (clearly) hind legs less than 20 yards away
. I draw my pistol and backed out slowly, telling the bear to stay there and enjoy his berries in a calm a voice as I could muster. 5 yards of careful back peddling and the bear went back on all fours, turned away and continued to forage. The hike back to my truck was a brisk one. Talk about adrenaline. That is the most exciting scouting trip I've had this year. What you you Tradgang? Please share your scouting adventures.