Bearly Today

“Larry really likes sitting on the ground!” Brad Fenson answered before I could when asked about how I liked hunting bears. I nodded enthusiastically!

“Perfect! We’ve got just the stand for him. There’s been a really smart old bear coming into one of our stands. He’s been seen briefly several times. Hunters we’ve had in that stand have reported seeing him at a distance, peering around a tree. As soon as he sees someone sitting in the latter blind, he disappears.” Said Clayton Royer, owner of Grand Slam Hunting Adventures, the outfit we were hunting with for spring bear. 

I glanced at Mark Sidelinger. He nodded approvingly. I was in Alberta, Canada, thanks to Mark’s Media Direct Creative company. Among his other outdoor clients is Avient, the company that recently developed a unique technology that makes rifle barrels lightweight, extremely sturdy, accurate, and immediately draws heat away from the core.

“Larry, I’m going to send you it with Cam Morrison this afternoon. You’ll want to leave shortly after you ensure the rifle you’re using is sighted in.” Continued Clay. Rather than bring a rifle, Mark had suggested I get with Brad Fenson and borrow one of his Mossbergs.  Brad graciously agreed for me to use his Mossberg Patriot LR Tactical in .308 Win, complete with a box of Hornady 165-grain CX Outfitter. He suggested I use it over his .300 Win Mossberg Patriot. “The .308’s 22-inch barrel as opposed to the .300 Win Mag’s 24-inch barrel will make it easier to handle in the close quarters that you might have to deal with.”  I liked how Brad thought. 

Cam accompanied me to the rifle range set up immediately behind our most comfortable camp. “You’ll be about 50 yards from the bait barrel, so I’ll set up a target at that distance.”  Sounded good to me. Moments later, from a “hunter’s rest” I created with two shots, I crease a third of an inch hole immediately above the target’s “X” center. “Think you’re ready!” said he with a smile. As I was packing my gear, Cam reminded me, “Be certain to take your rain gear. It is going to rain this afternoon. And you’ll be set up in a clear-cut without any canopy of trees. The bait barrel is just inside the tree line, but where you can fully see it or a bear approaching it. There’s a log you can sit behind, and we’ll pull a couple of shorter logs against it to further break up your outline. You should make an excellent “hide!” 

Less than forty minutes later, after a bit of drive, we approached where I would be sitting. Said Cam, “Gonna drop you off to set up while I add more bait to the barrel.”  As we had approached the bait I had told Cam and Brad who would be dropped off after I was I planned on staying until at least official sundown, even if I shot a bear early. I had learned a long time before just because you shoot a good bear on a bait, it is not uncommon for an even bigger one to come in to the same bait after the shot. Thus, I bade Brad good luck and Cam a “See you later.”

No sooner had Cam and Brad left than it started raining, intermittently lightly and then hard. The first three hours I hardly saw even so much as a bird, just a lot of rain drops. Hunkered into my raingear, I was really keeping myself dry. Interestingly, the temperature hovered in the low to mid-40s. Even more interesting, I never thought of starting the two Thermacells I regularly carry when hunting spring bears. There was nary a mosquito! Almost strange! 

I happened to glance at my phone ten minutes before eight. I could see the bait barrel rather “fuzzily” through falling rain. Then, from just beyond it, I could see a huge black “glob.” My rifle was pointed toward the barrel. I reached up, pushed my Stealth Vision’s 3-18×44 scope’s lighted reticle switch to “On,” and cranked the variable magnification up to 5X.

There was no doubt the bear was BIG. He stood on all fours, easily looking over the top of the upright barrel. I could see black on either side of the barrel. The distance between the bear’s ears was well over half the width of the barrel. My heart started beating like a hummingbird’s wings. Huge bear!

Thanks to how I was set up, my rifle did not so much as even wiggle as I peered through my scope. The bear moved a bit to his left and my right, and he was quartered to me. The red-lighted crosshairs were solid upon his chest. But..I waited! I wanted him a bit more exposed before pulling the trigger to be sure the bullet would pass through both lungs, knowing, too, that a bear’s heart and lung are situated behind the front legs rather than immediately behind them.

As soon as he showed up, the bear had been looking in my direction but also toward where I would have been sitting had I been in the ladder stand. He would never have approached the bait barrel had I been in the stand. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally took a few steps forward, quartering less acutely in my direction. I pushed the safety to “Fire”, double checked his angle, then determined how he stood I could drive the Hornady bullet through both lungs. All this while, it continued to rain quite hard.

I took one more deep breath, let it all out, and gently pulled the trigger. At the shot, the bear rocked backward a bit, then immediately turned and disappeared into the wall of trees behind the bait bucket. He never ran, but he still moved faster than allowing me a second shot.

There was no doubt I had the big bear squarely through his vitals. But then there was…  I sat back. In my mind, I re-ran what had just happened. I had to have hit him! The crosshairs had been steady half-way from top to bottom of his chest. Still, he had simply turned and walked away as if nothing had happened. Confidence, but still a little bit of doubt crept in.

The rain slowed shortly after my shot. Clay and Cam had instructed them to stay on the stand after the shot and not to look for blood or the bear. I again relived what had happened. 

It started raining again, hard. I had intended to remain on the stand until the end of the legal shooting light at official sundown. I had told both Cam and Brad I would not call even if I shot a bear. But now I was quickly becoming concerned the heavy rain might wash away any blood. I called Brad and asked him to contact Cam to tell him I had shot a bear that ran.

Thirty minutes later, Cam drove up. I told him my story while we walked to where the bear had been standing when I shot. Just beyond, we found a very small speck of blood. We walked in the direction it appeared the bear had gone. Ten yards later, we found another very small spot of blood. Then, numerous steps beyond, we found one more small spot of blood, and then no more!

Had the bear quit bleeding because he was only wounded? Had he quit bleeding because fat clogged the entrance and exit holes? Had he continued bleeding, but the rain had washed away the blood? 

It was getting late, and darkness was fast approaching. We could find no more blood. Now, I was truly questioning what happened. “Break a bunch of limbs to mark where we last found blood. We’ll have to come back in the morning. Temperatures will drop to near freezing tonight. The bear will be fine for the night, and we’ll find him in the morning.” Commented Cam. 

I reluctantly followed him out of the spongy woods back to where we had parked his vehicle. It was going to be a long, restless night!

Back at camp, I told my story and had a delicious supper that would have tasted much better had my bear been on the skinning table rather than out in the woods, dead or alive. I said many prayers and relived my shot innumerable times. But always, I recalled the crosshairs being held solidly on the bear’s vitals.

Morning came none too soon! After a quick breakfast, Cam, Clay, a couple of the other guides, and I returned to where we had lost the blood trail. “You guys stay right here and wait for me to see what I can find beyond.” Instructed Clay. “Looks like he’s headed in pretty much a straight line based on what little blood y’all found…” He continued as they disappeared into the dense trees and spongy path.

I had just started telling Cam a story when I heard Clay say, “Here he is!” Although I heard him, I could scarcely believe he had found my bear that quickly. “He’s right here! And he’s huge!” Again said Clay.

He had scarcely finished those words. I stood looking down and saw a truly huge black bear lying at my feet. Before I could say anything, Cam pounded on my back with congratulations. I started to say something, but all that came out was, “Thank You, Lord! Thank You, Cam, and THANK YOU, Clay!”