Got my first bear last night!
I normally work evenings, so I have no chance to hunt bears very effectively, since they are usually shot towards dusk around here. But, I had a week off at my disposal, so I planned it for the tail end of NB bear season. I started running my own bait in late May, but got nowhere, so a local guide kindly took me under his wing and put me on his stand. (I ran bait there, I didn't just sit and wait - I put work into it).
Anyway!
The first night I had on the stand was Monday, and I didn't see a thing. Tuesday night, I saw two bears. I spooked them somehow (they didn't see me, but they smelled me, and started for the woods. I jumped up and let fly with the SKS, but they were long gone). I spent a good while that night with the guide and his buddies looking for blood, to make sure I didn't hit either of them, and got up at the crack of dawn the next day to go down again to look. I beat the bush and didn't find a thing. I'm sure I missed them, because I wasn't lazy - I looked everywhere for blood.
Now, I was feeling pretty disgusted. It was cool to see a bear, but I had taken a shot that, looking back, I knew I shouldn't have. I took Wednesday night off, and went back to the stand last night. It was pretty much going to be my last evening for bear hunting this year, since none of the rest of my vacation co-incides with bear season, so I'd have no more evening hunts.
I sat from about 5 until 9ish with no action on the bait except for a bunch of squirrels. Around 9, though, I heard a gun fire downstream, and I knew the bears were moving. Sure enough, a few minutes later, one sneaked under my blind and into my line of fire.
Trouble was, he wouldn't get his head into the bait bucket! He had torn a hole in the side of the can and was feeding from there.
I didn't want to move to quick and spook him again, but I knew I needed to take my chance when I had it. I slipped the Winchester barrel out and put a slug into him. He fell over, but was still kicking, so.....I didn't want him running off.....so I emptied the shotgun into him. But I didn't need to worry- turns out my first slug broke his spine. I hit him in the neck at least once and in the leg, and that was it.
A couple friends came, we loaded him into a van, and spent the next two hours figuring out how to clean him. I got to bed about 2:30 a.m.
The bear was really small. I would bet that he weighed around 50 lbs. He was last year's cub. That's fine with me - my wife won't eat the meat, so that means I don't have to worry about what to do with excess bear meat, seeing as I don't have much to start with.
Anyway....I'm feeling pretty pert about the whole thing!I wanted a bear really bad and it was pretty much my last chance....and I got one!
