Bear

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crazy_davey said:
Good bear buddy! Are you going to tell us about it or leave us hangin ;)
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Hahaha. I was having a bit of fun.

This isn't some story of packing miles and miles, nor have I watched this bear for weeks, slaved over trail cams and stands. I didn't have to mix witches brew concoctions that smell worse than a township of old diapers.

A friend of mine has lived in a perfect piece of property exactly in British Columbia. :) They have started harvesting the corn and being at the edge of some beautiful rolling foothill and ponderosa pine type country, and it attracts quite a few bears historically. The fact that the corn is surrounded by a bunch of beautiful alfalfa might help some too. Anyway, my friend his brother, and I were walking some of the field edges looking at sign and watching a coyote play the edges of the corn. I was trying to talk myself out of ruining the evening by smoking the noisy little song dog, and figure out our plan when the young fella said he saw something at the edge of the trees at the top of the north slope. My binos made it clear that it was a bear coming the 1500ft down the slope toward the other side of the field. Watching it made it clear that it was a decent bear worth closer inspection. That's when the bear started moving fast like a dinner bell was ringing.

We had a few hundred yards to cover so I started moving fast. The bear started moving faster. Now I should say that bears don't get me too excited, I like them, but it takes a nice color and a watermelon head to flip the safety.

When I finally got within range and an open shooting lane I knelt and setup the sticks. My glass was telling me that this bear was decent and I wanted to be ready. He burned through that shooting lane like it was on fire and into the corn. ****. That swath was about 400yds long and 15yds wide so I made it over to the next swath with little hope. I saw him walk into the swath but with the expectation that he was going to cross the 10 ft opening into the larger stand and be lost. But he turned and walked toward me. Providence.

I sat, but a roll in terrain and some weeds and grass cut my opening in half. I could now see that this bear had a big noggin and a great, clean, dark chocolate brown coat. The range finder said 100 but it seemed farther. It didn't really matter, Mur had given me a beautiful .280AI that shoots 160 Accubond and Deepcurls (as well as 140gr Accubond and TSXs) into bitty groups at over 3000fps. The problem was the narrow shooting lane and him facing me and walking with his head wagging like he owned the place. Eventually he turned his head up and to my left to look into the 10ft tall stand of corn quartering just slightly. I pasted the cross hairs onto the open shoulder with the angle seeing the bullet exiting just ahead of the offside leg. At the shot the bear folded and bounced squalling and spinning hard, dragging himself into the corn. You could hear the lung gurgle in the bawling, but it kept going on and the corn stalks kept falling. My friend and I started down the swath quickly and the bear kept making noise and trashing the joint. Now corn fields are a freaking jungle and being able to see 10ft is a joy, so I am going to admit I walked up slow. I was confident my bullet went were it was intended, but #### happens and a wounded big bear is an angry, ugly thing. It took us at least a minute to close on the bear so I could see fur between the stalks. It took a second to decipher head from tail and he was sitting still but the gurgling heavy heaving chest said "I need another between the shoulder blades".

Ears ringing from the coupe de grace my friend, his brother and I moved in to admire the grand, chocolate brute laying in the broken stalks and fruit he came to feed on. There was enough blood on the green stalks to tell me he had fought the end well with a very mortal wound. I tapped his open eye with the loaded barrel and the still chest and lack of blinking told me it was over. I was shaking with bear fever still and it settled in that I had shot a very respectable mature boar with one of the nicest colored coats I've seen. I turned from the spot the bear was hit and lasered to the spot I sat in when I shot; 212 yards. Weedy rolls suck!

I thanked my friend for the opportunity and the great God and Creator that gave this gift. Some other young men hunting close buy came over to see the bear and share in the enjoyment of taking photos and getting the bear to the pickup. Thanks for sharing the experience and memory fellas.

For the gun junkies, here is the low down on the rifle and load: this is Mur's gun that I am so proud to have. He bought it from Rembo who built it with a Bevan King barrel I believe, and its bedded in a Wildcat stock. Topped with Talleys and a VX3 2.5-8 its a sub 8lb beauty that put the 160gr Deepcurl bang on. That load (3.340"OAL, 60.5gr of RL22 and BR2's in Nosler brass) shoots 1" at 200yds consistently. I actually found the bullet after it crushed a shoulder blade, about 4" of spine and hung up 2/3 back on the opposite side. The top of the lungs were black jelly. The bullet was peeled 2/3rds back and over 1/2" wide, and would have weighed around 100grs. Unfortunately.......I bloody lost it. :confused:

My friend and I skinned and quartered the beast so I could put him in the freezer asap (it was 32 degrees at 9pm that night), and its safe at the butcher for steaks and brats. I used my Dozier Swee####er (another gift from Mur) for the first time on this bear, and I am sold. Probably the best field knife I have ever used and this was big game animal 86 for me.

Here are some more cellphone victory pics....



Note to self: always bring the good camera.:rolleyes:
 
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Good write up , sounds like fun too me! Congrats!

There are a couple of bears hanging around our place that have been eluding me for the past few weeks, the hot weather is making it even tougher to connect.
 
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