Sharon & Mitch
I just got a big box from Ken. In it was a (want-to-be bear rug) along with a note. As he thanked me for the cap and he also said that the card you sent was cute too, well kind of. His words, "Dave didn't want you to forget. I think it should have read Dave will never let you forget: yup, five pounds more!!"
After some more jabbing it is apparent that neither one of us has forgotten. Thanks for doing this.
Also this is the finally revised version of "The Hunt". This is the one if you were to let someone else read it to show them.
The Bear Hunt
The "HUNT" started to take a life of its own several years ago while I was fishing at the resort my wife and I had found while attending a sports show. We had been to a few lakes in Canada but never found the "RIGHT ONE".
Little did I know that the young couple that had recently purchased a resort would be the one to change many events in the future. It was apparent that I had found a couple (Sharon and Mitch) that I soon would include in my group of friends. As years have gone by and we have gotten to know them better we have not looked for a new place to fish.
Also as the years have gone by and in numerous conversations with them it seems at the end of the fishing season they also have moose, deer and bear hunting. BEAR HUNTING!!!!
Fast forward to this year and along with my nephew (Ken) I was going black bear hunting. With stick and string we were on our way.
At this time I must take you back about a year and half ago. While talking to Sharon about a bear hunt she mentioned that they had scout cam pictures of a color phase black bear and it's big. First thought, will it be there next year? Then I heard "it has cubs this year so we will not hunt it this year", but she won't have any cubs next year so it will be fair game. And they had 2 tags to fill.
While this was known by me when I talked Ken into going along with me, the fact that there was a color phase black bear somehow never came up. How did that happen?
Ken had other plans (Elk hunting) and could not make it. As time went on and I kept working on him we finally made it happen by changing dates and scheduling and headed north. Of course I had to open my mouth and tell Ken my bear was going to be 5 pounds bigger than his. A smile appeared.
Arriving at camp one of the first things to catch our eyes was a black bear hanging on the rack. It had been harvested by a fellow hunter who happened to be 70 years of age. Talk about a happy hunter. He was it. We also found out that we were the only ones with stick and string. The rest had long guns and one was using a gun big enough to stop a water buffalo. As it turned out we got ours first.
The next morning we were on our way to the stands. Because Mitch took Ken to his stand first I got to see his setup. Ken and I had big grins as we looked around. This looked good!
After Mitch and I went down the road to my stand it appeared to be coming more and more cloudy. I had barley gotten into my stand and heard Mitch leave as the rains started. Just a drizzle at first but shortly afterward it rained hard. As time went by the rain would change from a light shower to a downpour. This was to be repeated most of the day. The wind would change directions several times each hour. By the time I could no longer see the pins on my bow I had not seen a single bear. The smile was not near as big. When I got back to where Mitch was waiting for me, I got the great news that Ken had gotten a black colored bear that afternoon. The smile came back.
Arriving back at the cabin Ken was sitting at the table, another big grin. As I started to tell him I didn't like this game, Ken had gotten up and pulled out a baggie from the refrigerator.
Not taking time to see what he was doing and asking all kinds of questions and not giving him time to answer, he pulls out the bear heart and holds it up right in front of my face. Silence !!! I can see the mark of the broad head clearly visible, dead center of the heart. Bigger smiles.
We go out to look at his bear. As I stand there and look, I am staring at a very nice bear. It had a nice broad head, thick neck and shoulders that would make a weight lifter proud. I thought maybe 5 more pounds was not going to be as easy as I had made it out to be. Sure enough out of my mouth came "Mines going to be 5 pounds bigger". Another smile.
The next morning I'm back to the stand. After a couple of adjustments I'm back up ready for the day. It did not take long to get back in the routine of light showers that was interrupted by heavy downpours every so often. Today was different in the fact that the wind was coming from the baited barrel toward me and was directionally steady all day.
Today was also different in the fact that sometime after lunch a small bear showed up. It came in with great care. It would lay down take a bite, sit up on its haunches and look around. Lay back down take a bite sit up and look around again. After doing this for a short time it stood up and took the board off the barrel and turned it upside down. It took a few more bites and suddenly took off. All the time I watched it I was calm as can be. This is going to be a piece of cake. Then the doubts came in, should I have tried to take it? Then, if it comes back maybe I'll try for it. No, it was too small, or was it?
Shortly afterwards a bear was coming in. It was coal black and BIG. As it got closer it got bigger and it also had a white "V" on its chest. The "V" went from shoulder to shoulder. By now I was shaking. This bear came in and laid down and started to eat. It did not bother to look around, it was in control. Did I mention that all of the vital area was behind some bushes, no shot! It then stood up walked around in front of the barrel and sat down with its backside pointed at me, again no shot. By now I was shaking so bad with excitement, that my bow hit the stand. "THUNK" The bear never even got up, just looked around and kept on eating. After sitting there for a short time it got up and got on the other side of the barrel, head on, and started to eat from that side. I'm still shaking but starting to calm down. I have a chance at it if it will just turn and give me a broad side. Suddenly with one swift movement it turns and is gone. No shot again. Maybe it will come back. I never saw it again.
Within just a few minutes right in front of me clear of the bushes with the sun glistening off its hair was the most gorgeous chocolate colored bear I've ever seen. It was the color phase bear that I had been told about. With its wet coat it appeared to be much darker than it really was.
It came around in front of the barrel with its back to me and started to eat. I was as calm as I have ever been in a shooting situation, Unreal, looking for one bear out of only God knows how many and its right in front of me. I'm now at full draw as it starts to walk around the barrel. It was a quartering away shot and I see the arrow all the way to the bear, the pin still on the arrow, and I can see the feathers protruding from its side.
To my great surprise the bear fell over on the spot. It then rolled over on the arrow and broke it. It was a brand new arrow and the first time it had been shot. Bummer!!
Then another surprise as it rolled on to its belly and tried to get away. "Lord let it die peacefully". It crawled away and I lost sight of it but could see the bushes shake. "Lord don't let it suffer". The bear crawls a little farther, and I finally figure out that I have taken out the back legs. I can hear heavy breathing. It has to be a lung shot but how did it lose the use of its hind legs? "Lord let it give up and not suffer." As I watch, it finally gets to where I can see it. It rolls on its back and lays its head down. I can still hear loud heavy breathing. It appears to be giving up much to my relief.
After I had waited for over 30 minutes I turn to get down. To my surprise as I had been watching the bear I had shot another one was in front of me at the barrel. Bear number 4 the same afternoon and none all day the day before, must be the rain. So I decided that a change of plans was in order. I wait for another 15 minutes after the last bear has disappeared. Finally I get down and head back to camp to get help to drag the bear out.
Back at camp I'm met by Sharon and Mitch. Did you get tired of sitting in the rain? Yep, I just got too wet, besides I got one down. You did? I got the color phase one! You did? By now Ken has started to come our way. The talk of it being a color phase talk stops and the bear is referred to as she. Both Sharon and Mitch know it is a female. Ken still is unaware of the color. When Ken gets close enough we decided to wait for another hour to go find it.
Mitch, Ken and I all go back to retrieve the bear. After we arrived and got to where the stand was I can no longer see the bear as it has moved again. After a short search Ken finds the bear. He stops and looks at it in surprise. He than turns and says to me "It's a color phase". I answer him with a clear and concise "I know". Mitch just smiled as Ken finally figured it out that he had been had. Again the smiles came for all of us.
Ken was just as pleased with the color as I was. After we had removed the hide we proceeded to figure out why the bear had lost the use of its back legs. The arrow was stuck in such a way that we had been unable to remove what was left of the arrow. We came to the conclusion that the arrow had ricocheted off a rib, taken out a lung and other organs in the path of the arrow before ending up stuck in the spinal column paralyzing the back quarters. Not the clean heart shot that Ken had.
Oh by the way if you need a bear skinned call Ken. We did not make another cut in the skin after the field dressing cut. Just peeled it right out. Took more time but ended with a much better result. Ken's number is…………
As the coat dried it turned out to be a gorgeous cinnamon color. When it was hooked up to the scale I watched the pointer getting closer and closer to the weight of Kens bear. The pointer went past 3 pounds, 4 pounds 5 pounds it kept going but I did not need to look anymore.
5 pounds bigger!!! Enough said (yah! right) . Big Silly smile!!!
Thanks to Sharon and Mitch for helping make this happen. Special thanks to Ken for putting up with me and make this a trip to remember. Thanks again.