Day 3, ontario bear hunt: I sat in my stand patiently, pondering the events leading to my being here. I signed up for this hunt with a bunch of my fellow United Bowhunters of Missouri buddies back in Feb when this hunt was auctioned at our annual banquet. Since that time I almost cancelled twice due to my youngest son having to have 2 stents put in his heart, and then surgery for me on my carotid artery to clean out blockage 4 weeks before the hunt. 2 days before I was due to leave, my next youngest son was tested and it was thought he had potential problems with his heart. He convinced me to go ahead and go ahead with the hunt. You can imagine the relief when I got the news that everything was great with him before we hit the Canadian border. Wait, there's a bear.
My first sighting on this trip. I had killed a couple average bears a few years before so told myself to hold out for something better. It was hard to resist reaching for my bow, but could tell this was about a 150# bear at the most. He didn't stay around long, acting a bit nervous and looking around a lot.
The first 2 evenings I sat a different spot and hadn't seen anything. Tonite would be fun with sightings of 3 bears.
The next day I went out and sat for 3 hours in the morning but didn't see anything. After lunch at the cabin, I heade back out the evening hunt wondering what I would see. Little did I know what to expect.
About 5 that eveing the biggest of the bear I had seen before came in very slowly and cautious. He only stayed for 9 minutes and took off.
Now all these smaller bears would really take their time coming in as I could see them back in the woods standing and circling for quite some time.
With 25 minutes of shooting time left, I heard a couple twigs break and a bear just walked in like he owned the place. He did! There was no question of even thinking" Is he big enough". He walks in, sniffs the barrel, walks off about 10 feet, pauses there for about 10 seconds and walks off into the brush. My heart is hammering in my chest from this encounter. " Is he coming back? Will I run out of light?" These are the questions going thru my head. About 5 minutes goes by and I hear a branch break behind me. Now the previous evening, the smaller bears would circle like this, so I had an idea of where he might show up next. There was a hill sloping up to my left and I could see there easily because it was a rocky glade type opening. I saw bears cross there 4 times the night before.
There he is! Just standing there looking. Here he comes. He walks down into the woods angling for the bait. He walks right down into the opening and turns broadside behind the barrel. The barrel was on its side from the little one knocking it over earlier. The bow comes back and I watch the white splices on my feathers disappear into solid black. Is the shot good enough? I thought it was, but maybe a hair low. He crashes off and then about 30 seconds later I hear another crash back in the woods. I started to get my gear together as it is getting dark rapidly. Just get my gear on and hear a moan from where I heard the last crash. Is that what I think it is?
I got down and walked back to the truck, then it hit me. I hadn't been nervous before the shot cause I was so worried about running out of light.
Back at the cabin, when anybody walks in in the evening, everyone looks at you and says "Well".
I said I just shot a big $%#*&()^$@#@.
Everyone wants to go on the trail. 35 yds, there he is. I can't believe the size of him and neither can anyone else.
This brute weighed in at 410# on a scale we double checked.
And my shot I was second guessing was pretty good.
Later the outfitter gave my this trailcam picturs from that bait.
This was some kind of ending for a hunt that almost didn't happen. Never did I even dream of a bear this size. I was hoping for a bear of maybe 220# - 250#, which I would have been exceedingly happy with.
9 of 10 hunters took bears on this hunt and the 10th guy had his chances. All traditional shooters and a great bunch of guys.
Here is a 180# bear.