....back to the cabin for the first of Bowdoc's lunch concoctions (sorry, Vance, I don't remember the details
I entertained myself watching the red squirrels spar for rights in the sweets bucket.With a full belly and a dry bottom, I eventually started to doze (a little). At 5:30, the snap of a branch brought me to attention, and I heard some light shuffling on the trail behind me. Heavy breathing from directly below had me stock still in my stand, avoiding the urge to look down. Presently, the bear eased out in to the bait area below my tree....MY FIRST WILD BEAR! Lloyd had told me earlier that the first bear would look huge, and he wasn't kidding...however, as he started to feed at the barrel, I began to go through the checklist of judging a bear...his back was only even with the top of the barrel, his head was thin, and the ears were sorta big and on the top of his head. However, his coat was thick and luxurious, with no rubs. In my mind, I thought, "Wednesday or Thursday, maybe, definitely on Friday." But, on the first day of a seven day hunt, this bear would walk...
With that decision out of the way, it was time to sit back and enjoy the show. He dined for a while at the doughnut barrel, ocassionally glancing up at me in the treestand. He then switched over to the meat bucket, grabbing a long strip of pork fat and dragging it out of the bait area, behind a tree. He would first wolf it down like a dog, then yak it back up and start over. Twice, three times, he returned to the meat bucket, each time giving me a sheepish glance, as if to make sure that I wasn't going to challenge him for the bait. After about 40 minutes of leisurely feeding on the pork, he shuffled across the bait area for some dessert. Glancing once again at me, he began to stick his head in to the barrel. Suddenly, he bolted like a shot, and sprinted directly away up a bear trail. I followed his progress with my ears until he was gone....