Wednesday morning...
The sun was bright and the rain had stopped. As Tom, Bowdoc, and I headed to Mile Marker 41, I had nothing but negative feelings of finding my bear. I walked to where I had seen the last glow of my lighted nock. Tom was the first to see it...my arrow lay almost at my feet all intact. There was some blood out to the fetching but I didn't think there was enough for a lethal hit. Then there was a few drops in a couple of feet, then more, and finally four inch ribbon of blood that lead right to her!!! None of us had ever seen a bear blood trail like it. She had circled around behind the crib area and died with her head in a small brook. What a happy feeling with hand shakes & hugs!
She was big with a magnificent coat. We got her into the sled and Tom pulled as I tried my best to help push.
The blood trail all the way to her.
As we found her with the head in the stream.
Dad RIP
In the woods @ recovery.
Tom & Bowdoc...Best Friends & Trackers a man could have!