I was riding with an older gentlemen named John from Medicine Hat, Alberta who was a rifle hunter. His health was on the decline and at 76 he wasn't keen on a mile walk and sneak on a bear so it was mine to try to get in close. Off I go up the opposite side of the road that the bear was on tying to keep a swirling wind in my favor the best I could. I slipped into the woods for a bit more cover but the bush was thick and loud and I ended up back in the ditch off the side of the road. The new grass and soft ground were dead silent. The bear was feeding as bears do with no particular heading, just biting off the the tops of the clover that was closest at the moment. I made it to within 75 yards fairly quick and slowed down to let things happen keeping contact by watching the top of his back as he feed. I'd see that nose of his periscope up now and then testing the air and I think that that swirling wind was sending trace amount of human scent his way. Not a full face full of smell just a wee bit otherwise he'd been gone. He kept feeding but was starting to get edgy I could tell. I moved toward him and he feed my way. 50 yards, 40 yards, 30 yards. I'm kneeling low to the ground almost flat, arrow knocked, heart rate, well you know, and the bear is coming my way. My only cover is the crown of the road. I'm being still and if he keeps feeding the way he's feeding he will be parallel to me at 12 yards. Oh yeah, and at about that time I noticed he was a rather large bear :p
Topic: Alberta S&S bear hunt, the good, the bad and the ugly. (Read 2077 times)
