- Location
- Somewhere on the Hudson Bay Coast
Maybe you've seen a desireable trophy while you've been hunting, but maybe the season for that particular animal wasn't open or perhaps you were already limited out. Still, you make a stalk bring the rifle to bear and drop the hammer on an empty chamber just to of had the experience. Did the game ever play along?
This was the situation that occurred last weekend when we were coming home from our cabin. My wife spotted a bear on the rocks along the coast, about a mile from the road. We like to check out any bear we see, so we wandered down to see what he looked like. We spotted him in some long grass about a half mile away, then he began to wander in our direction quartering our position.
We slowly moved with him and his heading brought him on a intercepting course. At one point he scared up a flock of snow geese. It was difficult to tell if he intended to get one, then a couple of minutes later he passed a second flock that watched him, but didn't fly.
If he had seen us he didn't make any show of it. Finally at about 50 yards he lay down in the willows, and we began our stalk. I found a good position and at 30 yards prepared to take my "shot." His head and shoulders were up, I had a good sight picture, and my .375 went "Click!" He dropped!
That was great! Playing cowboys and indians with a polar bear and the bear plays along. I clapped my hands a couple of times, he realized the game was over and disappeared into the willows.
This was the situation that occurred last weekend when we were coming home from our cabin. My wife spotted a bear on the rocks along the coast, about a mile from the road. We like to check out any bear we see, so we wandered down to see what he looked like. We spotted him in some long grass about a half mile away, then he began to wander in our direction quartering our position.
We slowly moved with him and his heading brought him on a intercepting course. At one point he scared up a flock of snow geese. It was difficult to tell if he intended to get one, then a couple of minutes later he passed a second flock that watched him, but didn't fly.
If he had seen us he didn't make any show of it. Finally at about 50 yards he lay down in the willows, and we began our stalk. I found a good position and at 30 yards prepared to take my "shot." His head and shoulders were up, I had a good sight picture, and my .375 went "Click!" He dropped!
That was great! Playing cowboys and indians with a polar bear and the bear plays along. I clapped my hands a couple of times, he realized the game was over and disappeared into the willows.
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