I finally made it out of the hills for a while, so I will try to make this brief. The pictures posted were of myself (Grizz) and my grandson Ryan "Rhino" the tracker. We camped at about 9000 ft elevation, myself, my four sons, Steve,Mike Jr, Joe,Dan, and Ryan. I had pictures on my trailcam of this bear since july, he showed up at a spring wearing a big scar on the left side of his face, so we named him "Scar face". I told my son that I was going to get the bear that put the scar on him. After two days of chasing elk, bear season finally opened (monday) and I offered to trade water holes with my son steve for the evening hunt. He went for it since Ryan and I had seen a big brown bear at my stand two days before. I was alone on the stand this evening, it was quiet for the first hour and then I heard some heavy breathing, maybe I was dozing a little. When I looked up he was already it the water cooling off. Right away I realized that this was a good bear, he couldn't completely get underwater, the pond was not deep enough. I thought about shooting him as he raised up (still in the water) fifteen yards away, but decided to wait for a better shot. I knew he would come over to the "scratching" tree a mere five hards away. My stand is in a quakie on a very steep hillside, on the north side of a ridge. He stepped out of the water and shook himself like a dog, sending spray almost to my feet as he slowly made his way to the uphill side of me, fifteen feet away. Yes, I was a little nervous, his massive legs slowly calculated each step as I decided to remain seated for the shot.My arrow was already nocked, tipped with a very sharp Wensel woodsmen broadhead. As he quartered away,sniffing for the scent of another bear, I slowly drew the arrow to the anchor and relaxed on the spot in the center of his ribs. It sounded like I had smacked him with a baseball bat as he spun, growling and biting every bush in his path. He let out a deafening roar as he tumbled downhill under my stand, less than ten feet below me. He came to rest against a deadfall tangle just ten yards below me, breathing hard he let out a dying roar. I sat for a moment, contemplating on what to do next. For a moment I turned away and looked up the trail and noticed an elk watching and trying to figure out what all the racket was about. My next thought was to sit still and see how bad the cow wanted a drink! I then came to the reality that one good animal was enough for this day. I quietly climbed down and headed for camp to get some help, at this point I didn't realize how big this bear might be. When the boys started to drift in to camp they all asked "how big is the bear?" I just answered with "just good eating size". With Joe, Steve, Ryan and I it took till 2am to skin,quarter, and pack it up to the trail to haul it to camp. It was early morning when I finally hit the sleeping bag. Of course I got to sleep in as all the boys headed out for the next days hunt. I made it a point to thank the Lord for the fine harvest as soon as we approached the dead bear, hoping that this would have a positive effect on my grandson Ryan. Thanks for all the positive comments, I feel very blessed to have all of you trad guys around.
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