Well here is my story from this year’s bear. Joe and I had been hunting hard for the first week of elk season, with a bear tag each as a kicker. I finally shot a cow and it expired in the darkest, thickest stand of spruce, sixty yards down in a canyon. The next day we went in around noon and put a stand over the elk remains, hoping to get a shot at a bear. Finally, two days later, the pile had been disturbed, so I climbed up and waited patiently. Just before dark, I saw a dark bear down the trail, it looked like a decent one, as I watched for any sign of cubs, it hung out till dark, never coming closer. The next day I once again climbed into my stand at about 3 p.m. About 5 p.m. I noticed the bear below me about thirty yards distant. It slowly made its way to fifteen yards below and started grubbing around. It finally turned and offered a good shot. I drew slowly and picked a spot low behind the front leg. I was flooded with disappointment as the bear crashed away, unscathed; my arrow had gone low, a clean miss. After the excitement was over, I thanked the Lord for the clean miss. It was an interesting, dark walk out, almost a mile. I told the story to Joe back at camp that evening, wishing that the bear would return for another chance. The next day, after a late lunch, Joe wished me luck as I headed out once again. I purposely stalked in on the trail, but as I was approaching the stand I noticed the bear was just below, twenty yards distant. I knelt down in the trail, got an arrow on the string, and waited for the bear to make the next move. The bear approached slowly, measuring every step, headed up the trail right into my lap! As it went behind the last bush, I slowly drew my bow. I was on both knees in the middle of the trail. A head-on shot was not in the plan. At fifteen feet, I stared a hole in the bear’s throat and released the wood shaft! The bear spun around and trotted away downhill. I was relieved that it didn’t keep coming up the trail! I headed for camp at a brisk pace, hoping to catch up with some help for tracking. I found Joe glassing a canyon, right where he said he would be in case I needed him. We found the dead bear 150 yards away, right in the bottom of the canyon. And that’s how we got the picture of Two Guys and another dead Bear! Of course, I used my trusty Grizzly Bow and a doug fir shaft, tipped with a Wensel broadhead for the kill. Grizz
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