My oldest son and myself spent the weekend up at our lake lot in the northern foothills on a father-son exploring adventure. We kept it light and fun and spent hours checking creeks, looking for frogs, catching butterfly’s and having some elk smokies over the fire during the day. We put on a lot of miles on the lease roads cruising looking for feeding bears. On our last evening we spotted a bear down a small gas line, after a quick look through the binos I was convinced it was a smaller bear but we really could only see it’s back. My son wanted me to go shoot it in the worst way but I told him we don’t shoot small bears. After much back and forth he won when we came to an agreement that we would at least go see how close we could get. I brought my custom Remington 700 358STA just in case. As we got closer I was still thinking it was a smaller bear and not what we where looking for, but he still was very positive that we should take this bear. After some more thought I came to the conclusion that it wasn’t about the size of the bear and more about the expierence with my son by my side. So we closed the gap to about 40 yards and when the boar went broadise I fired hitting him good behind the shoulder. Bear dropped but got back up and took off for the bush on the side of the cutline. I fIred again, hitting him tight behind the shoulder. Again he dropped but was still moving so I fired one last round again behind the shoulder. He was now down and out. So still thinking this was a smaller bear I was quite shocked when we walked up to him and realized his size and how good of bear he actually is.
All around it was another great adventure with my son and a memory we will talk about for years to come. He has been in on 4 successful bears now by the age of 6, he’s going to be hard on the critters when he gets older.
You're obviously a great dad. He's as proud of you as you are of him. Hmm. takes me back 65 years.
