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#### that would get the old heart pumpin!

350 Mag said:Hunting archery moose last fall. Alone, 45 minute quad ride from camp and 2 hours by truck back to town. Hunting buddy had decided to go into town for s**t, shower, shave, and supplies.
I decided to stay and hunt.
Found fresh bull sign in morning over my quad tracks that had responded to my morning calls.
Returned that evening.
Started cow calling at 5:30 300 yards from the fresh track.
Could hear Bull back in bush for next 2 hours but he would not come in.
Finally at about 5 minutes to 8:00 25 minutes after sunset bull decides he is coming out...getting dark.
He comes on a dead run straight outta the bush right at me....I was caught in middle of small opening in trail trying to re-position myself for the shot.
He charged straight for me and closed to 15 yards. As I drew my bow he wheeled away and stopped. I just about shot when he moved and put trees between me and him...I tried to re-position myself but he spooked and ran back in bush...then left....very exciting and scary. No trees to duck behind...if he had not turned he would have knocked me down and trampled me....
I sat quietly for 15 minutes and then packed up my gear.
It was now pitch black...no moon, overcast evening.
Anyways...I was just getting back to my quad which was 100 yards down the trail when 3 wolves let loose with howling.
1 howled 50 yards south of me...
next one howled 50 yards west of me...this one growled after the howling was done...and sound very close.
3rd one howled 50 yards north of me...
Semi-surrounded.....only thing I could do was start the quad....thank god for the quad.
Needless to say....always hunt with a buddy. Especially if you can out-run him.
I don't know if anybody saw the story late November last year about a Calgary hunter killed by a grizzly in the Ya Ha Tinda... pretty country about 175km NW of here. A few years ago, me and a couple of buddies went fishing for cutthroats out there. The hike into the lake was about 3 km, and on our way back, we stopped for a coffee at the dude ranch where the trailhead was. Some guys on horseback came riding up while we were there and told us a grizzly had followed us down. I was thinking A) "and not one of us with a fishing gun", and B) I was pretty sure I could've out-run my one buddy, a short, broken-down old bullrider.
Yikes thats pretty scary stuff. Sometimes I'm glad we don't have the big grizz out here.
a 45/70 sure makes a good fishing gun!![]()




























