1481davidc
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May 26th started out rather crappy, rainy and cold so I was stuck inside with the wife and kids most of the morning and beginning of the afternoon (mostly watching wild TV). By mid afternoon things were clearing off rather nicely so the wife and I decided it would be a good evening to take the kids and the car for a drive out to Kenny dam down the 100. Going out there was pretty much routine, kids crying, wife and I getting frusterated with the noise, the usual with kids in car seats too long..... Anyways, we stopped at chestlata and fed the kids and let the oldest one (Kacey) play for a while while her mom fed Ruger (Yes my kid is named after a firearm). now with full bellies, clean bums and some energy the noise level dropped and things were more enjoyable for alll of us. We continued out to Kenny dam so Kacey could see the lake (she loves her wawa). After hanging out there we headed back for the highway about 7:00, perfect time for the bruins to start showing up, and what do you know, I just happened to have my Ruger #1 300 win mag in the trunk, imagine that.
Well, it didn't take long for the bears to start showing their faces. We saw a couple small ones that would have been easy to put lead into, but nothing like i was looking for. Then one that I was interested in, but it didn't show it's face long enough for me to get a shot. Then while driving along @ about 60k my wife and I both glanced up a deactivated side road at the same time and simotyaniously (man does my spelling suck) exclamed "HOLLY S@#T." There jogging up the road slowly away from us was a 45 gallon drum with legs! The wind was blowing hard in the same direction we were traveling so I managed to stop fairly quickly a couple hundred yards up the road. I leapt out of the car and quickly made my way back up the road as I loaded my rifle and prepared the bi-pod for action. As I got to where I could see up the road I slowed down drasticly and began scanning for the bear. As I neared the far edge of the road I spotted the bear up the road on the side. I quickly sat down and prepared for a shot, as my shooting window was fairly narrow. As if on cue as I got the scope settled on him the bear turned to the right, broad side, stopped, looked over his sholder towards me and stopped. BOOM!!!! Gone, out of sight in about half a second.
Very excitedly I headed back up the road to the car, confident in the shot I had just taken. I got into the car, told my wife what happened and then we decided to continue up the road a ways in order to give the bear some time to expire. About 30 minutes later, a very long 30 minutes later, we came back and I went to find my bear. I again loaded up my 300 and headed up the road to where the bear had been. When I reached his last known location I was able to see him not 15 yards from where I had placed my cross hairs on his boiler room. Again a one shot kill with my 180 grain accubonds. Thats when I really got excited when I was able to see the size of this bear. The last bear I shot two years ago scored 21 2/16 and this one appears to dwarf him. I skined him out and without "stretching the crap out of him" he easily measured 6'8" nose to tail without the slightest sign of a rub anywhere. Needless to say he's getting turned into a rug! I can't wait to get him back, unfortunatly that appears to be close to a year away
. Well, I hope I wasn't too long winded in my story but that's how it all went down.
-David
Sorry the pictures kinda suck, the camera was on the wrong setting and kind overexposed things a bit
Kacey and her dad riding the BRRRR. She insisted she needed a ride
Well, it didn't take long for the bears to start showing their faces. We saw a couple small ones that would have been easy to put lead into, but nothing like i was looking for. Then one that I was interested in, but it didn't show it's face long enough for me to get a shot. Then while driving along @ about 60k my wife and I both glanced up a deactivated side road at the same time and simotyaniously (man does my spelling suck) exclamed "HOLLY S@#T." There jogging up the road slowly away from us was a 45 gallon drum with legs! The wind was blowing hard in the same direction we were traveling so I managed to stop fairly quickly a couple hundred yards up the road. I leapt out of the car and quickly made my way back up the road as I loaded my rifle and prepared the bi-pod for action. As I got to where I could see up the road I slowed down drasticly and began scanning for the bear. As I neared the far edge of the road I spotted the bear up the road on the side. I quickly sat down and prepared for a shot, as my shooting window was fairly narrow. As if on cue as I got the scope settled on him the bear turned to the right, broad side, stopped, looked over his sholder towards me and stopped. BOOM!!!! Gone, out of sight in about half a second.
Very excitedly I headed back up the road to the car, confident in the shot I had just taken. I got into the car, told my wife what happened and then we decided to continue up the road a ways in order to give the bear some time to expire. About 30 minutes later, a very long 30 minutes later, we came back and I went to find my bear. I again loaded up my 300 and headed up the road to where the bear had been. When I reached his last known location I was able to see him not 15 yards from where I had placed my cross hairs on his boiler room. Again a one shot kill with my 180 grain accubonds. Thats when I really got excited when I was able to see the size of this bear. The last bear I shot two years ago scored 21 2/16 and this one appears to dwarf him. I skined him out and without "stretching the crap out of him" he easily measured 6'8" nose to tail without the slightest sign of a rub anywhere. Needless to say he's getting turned into a rug! I can't wait to get him back, unfortunatly that appears to be close to a year away
. Well, I hope I wasn't too long winded in my story but that's how it all went down.-David
Sorry the pictures kinda suck, the camera was on the wrong setting and kind overexposed things a bit
Kacey and her dad riding the BRRRR. She insisted she needed a ride
