After arriving back in camp, I was excited to learn that others had success as well. Matt was back in camp with Stubby, a tremendous bear. Stubby’s size also confirmed my estimate on the size of the big boar that spent over an hour within 10 yards of the stand. He was at least this big, but with four well equipped paws.

It was a great night, but a long one. Matt and I stayed up until about 2:00am that night talking and reminiscing over the day’s events, as well as past hunts. This also took my mind off the not yet recovered bear, and the uncertainty of the tracking job that would lie ahead. Steve also joined us for a while too. Eventually, exhaustion set in and we were forced to bed.
After a near sleepless night and a cup of coffee, the recovery team was formed. Tom, Bowdoc, Tippit and myself headed off to the Bird. Upon arriving at the stand, I directed the team to the trail and replayed the shot sequence and departure. Even after some showers the night before, blood was still present. We picked up the trail immediately. Bowdoc tried to get me to head up the trail, but I declined. It was best to leave the tracking up to the professionals. I have years of experience tracking, but not on bears. It was a little unnerved crawling though the dense undergrowth after my experiences the night before. This was his living room after all. The blood proved steady all the way. About 60-70 yards in, Tom say’s “Here’s your arrow!” Ten feet later I hear, “And there is your bear!” Wow, what a rush!
The next few minutes were followed with congratulations and handshakes that I will not forget. Bowdoc, grabbed me for a hug and pat on the back. “How cool is that! Your first bear. That’s what it is all about. That’s why we are all here…just what you are feeling right now. It is all yours and you won’t forget it!” He knew how special it was. Those words could never be more true. What a great group of guys to share in the memory! And Don, I will never forget it! Good people, good times, and beautiful country. Who could ask for more…
