Bear Encounters.........

all my encounters with live bears have taken place in the Slocan Valley, BC. we have a small cabin in Silverton and a larger place in Rosebery where everyone gathers. since I like to get up early and go fishing, I tend to throw up my tent on the back lawn so when I get up I do not disturb anyone. as such, I always sleep with my 30/30 loaded next to me. well one year there had been alot of activity in the village caused by a mother black bear and her two cubs. during the day, I would keep my rifle in a golf bag behind the front door. we were bbqing chicken for a gathering of about 20 people. didn't this mother and her cubs come walking down the beach not 15 ft away from everyone. the first thing we did was fire up the tractor and use the bucket to create some racket. they just kept coming closer. by this time, the group had moved inside and I was drawing a bead while my cousin was working the tractor bucket. I will say that chicken smelled amazing, so I cannot blame the bears. I touched off a couple rounds into the air and that got results. found out two weeks later this mother and her cubs actually broke into a cafe in rosebery and were shot and killed. people do not roll their eyes at me anymore when I insist on sleeping with my rifle.

in Silverton many years before the first account, my younger brother walked within 10 feet of a massive black bear in that had a sizeable apple tree bent right down to the ground, stripping it of apples. we are on the porch of the cabin about 100yards from the bear yelling at my younger brother not to walk that way and hes giving us this confused look wondering why we are yelling and pointing in his direction. he was about 12 at the time. he turned around to see this large predator having its way with the apple tree and dropped his fishing gear and I have never seen my brother run so fast.

I think bears are amazing animals and I never want to have to shoot one unless its at the risk of serious injury or death.
 
Hey Spank, my kid entices grizzlies to charge him just for the fun of it and the adventure, he's never had to shoot one yet.
I've been working 3 different times and had grizzlies approach to within 10 ft of me, it is a harrowing experience as the most lethal thing in my tool pouch is a screwdriver. I've found talking in a calm and soothing voice and backing away has worked for me. It would seem they are curious more than aggressive, but that close I wouldn't want to startle them so a nice calm talking to while I back towards my truck seems to be ok. Of course I ALWAYS have a rifle in the truck if they want to get pissy, two can play that game. I think they approach me because I talk to myself constantly while I work and they are curious about the sound of my voice.
Grizzlies are cool to watch, like 5 year old kids, they are a hoot. I watched one play with a root sticking out of the ground for probably 20 mins one day, it was a small bear probably less than 6 foot, but he had a blast playing with that tree root......No camera, of coarse!!!
Grizzlies are just part of life in the Yukon, and blackies are everywhere in the spring, I've had probably 20 close encounters with blackies while working in the spring. They approach me and watch what I'm doing...........I had one not 5 feet behind me sitting down, watching me wire in a panel at about 2 am just south of Dawson City. I felt him watching me and turned around and could have almost petted him. He blinked at me and got up and wandered away, I called it a night at that point. You have to realize that it is still daylight at 2 am in the Yukon in late may, when this took place.
 
After reading three of that Gary ???? books, I think we all have had more bear encounters than we realize.
When I first hooked up with Mrs. Looky, we were camping up at Seymor Arm on the Shuswap.
The camper was removed from the truck and my 8x57 hanging from a tree close by. We were there
for a week and the coolers were under the truck in the shade. The camper only had an ice box (no kerch$ng yet)
so ice was always in demand.
I was teaching the gal how to ride the motorcycle I bought for her. Up and down the gravel road we went. I noticed
movement at our camp. No one else around. Dang black bear was into our camp. I was fuming. I got off the rear of
the motorcycle and had in my head to dispatch this rascle. The gal started to shake. "What are you going to do"?
Yung looky wasn't skeered of nuth'in back in his woodie days. "Kill that dang thing before it eats our grub".
"How"?
"I have a plan".
"It's a bear".
"So"?
"You going to fight a bear"?
Now she started to cry..............frack'in women and their weepy eyes.
My plan was to run up the hood of the truck and onto the roof. Then jump onto
the camper and find my way over to my rifle hanging close to the camper.
But, well those tears and bawling. I can still see that little bastrich sitting there
eating me bacon.........
We rode over to the gubbmint site as they had a park ranger there. He was waiting
for a call from his wife.........Soooo, I barked. Lend me your rifle.
Can't, he says........then you are buying my grub.
That convinced him. Off we go to Camp Lewkie and he dispatched the bear.

I could of dun it.......dang it......... Laugh2

Moral of the story.......keep yer powder real close and the gals at home....
 
I seem to have some kind of incident with bears every year. In 2012 I had 2

I was at work starting up a new water injection well. The electrician and instrument tec were being slow and I was tired of standing there waiting so I wandered off the back of the lease. There was a creek there and I knew it would be a highway for bears but there was also a nice patch of willows along a muskeg. Great spot to find moose sheds. So I walked over and started looking for antlers. I only looked for 5 minutes then got the heebie-jeebies really bad. I know enough to trust my instincts so I began walking back to the lease. As i was walking back somting caught my eye right beside me. It was a little black bear, he had just jumped a log and was running right towards me, looking right at me less than 10 yards. I threw my hard hat at it and yelled. By the time it stopped and turned it was ten feet away.


My friend and I were moose hunting. It was bow season for moose and rifle season for deer. I brought the rifle and my buddy brought the bow. I was sitting in tall grass calling, the only thing exposed was my head. I had my rifle leaning against a tree. I heard a squirrel chattering about 10 yards behind me, the dam thing would not shut up. It kept squawking for about 20 minutes off and on. I checked over my shoulder once or twice but did not see anything. Then off in front of us a little black bear cub came running down the path. He had this confused and scared demeanor about him so I grabbed my rifle and stood up waiting for his mom to come but she didn't. The little cub got to close so I stepped out and scared it away. When I did that it did not turn and run, instead it flanked us trying to get around. Then it started bawling. Right behind me I heard a Woof! The dammed sow had been sitting right behind me watching me. That is why the squirrel was chattering, she had been there for 20 minutes looking at my head poking up out of the grass! The little cub got lonely and had went to find his mother who had probably stalked up on us.
The biggest shocker was that this happened a week after a guy was mauled and nearly killed by a grizzly in the area, exact same scenario, calling moose except it was a grizz mother and cub that came in. When the cub bawled the mother was on the guy like stink on #### (he shot it with a hand gun and got it taken away)
 
kamlooky said:
After reading three of that Gary ???? books, I think we all have had more bear encounters than we realize.
When I first hooked up with Mrs. Looky, we were camping up at Seymor Arm on the Shuswap.
The camper was removed from the truck and my 8x57 hanging from a tree close by. We were there
for a week and the coolers were under the truck in the shade. The camper only had an ice box (no kerch$ng yet)
so ice was always in demand.
I was teaching the gal how to ride the motorcycle I bought for her. Up and down the gravel road we went. I noticed
movement at our camp. No one else around. Dang black bear was into our camp. I was fuming. I got off the rear of
the motorcycle and had in my head to dispatch this rascle. The gal started to shake. "What are you going to do"?
Yung looky wasn't skeered of nuth'in back in his woodie days. "Kill that dang thing before it eats our grub".
"How"?
"I have a plan".
"It's a bear".
"So"?
"You going to fight a bear"?
Now she started to cry..............frack'in women and their weepy eyes.
My plan was to run up the hood of the truck and onto the roof. Then jump onto
the camper and find my way over to my rifle hanging close to the camper.
But, well those tears and bawling. I can still see that little bastrich sitting there
eating me bacon.........
We rode over to the gubbmint site as they had a park ranger there. He was waiting
for a call from his wife.........Soooo, I barked. Lend me your rifle.
Can't, he says........then you are buying my grub.
That convinced him. Off we go to Camp Lewkie and he dispatched the bear.

I could of dun it.......dang it......... Laugh2

Moral of the story.......keep yer powder real close and the gals at home....
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I laughed and it's funny after the fact, but glad it wasn't me whew

We have bears around here in the spring time and still trying to come up with a defense plan.. so far so good (stay away)
 
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