Time for an update here. The "Dads" strike back! I'll upset the timeline by a day or so, for better dramatic effect.
Last Friday, the 17th, I arrived in camp to rain wind and fog. We've had a lot of that this year, with a bunch of lightning and thunder thrown in. The whole state is just plain soggy. The effect has been waist high grass, as green as June, and water everywhere...needless to say, elk hunting has been tough. Up to this point, I had yet to even hear a bugle, thought I've been close to a few great bulls, the elk are scattered and cows, a key ingredient to good rut hunting, are scarce.
At any rate, I arrived, unloaded, dressed up for the evening hunt....and spotted this young boar along one of the many spring creeks in the area, helping himself to chokecherry salad. A stalk in the windy, rainy conditions was easy to 15 yards, and I decided that he was "big enough" and put a three-blade through his ribs with my selfbow. He only went 20 or so yards and died quick. My first bear with a selfbow. He is your average sized Montana blackbear...pushing 200 lbs. Nice chocolate color and around a 5 footer nose to tail.