Spent the last couple of days out chasing grizz. Picked up this track at about 3600 feet. Followed him for abit, and from what I could gather by his direction of travel was that he was headed over top of the mountain and toward some south facing slopes. Looks like he was traveling in the dark while the snow was hard packed as well, as it was quite soft during the day.
Had a look at my GPS and noticed a couple trails cutting in around the mountain, so decided to try the top one to see if I could cut his track coming over the top. I picked up this nice shed but couldn't cut his track but was sure he had passed through.
Next day, decided to try the second trail which was lower but swung around the mountain
and right into the south facing slopes which I figured he was headed for. After hiking through the snow for a few miles, the trail made its way around the ridge and led right into some nice grassy slopes but with limited visibility due to the thick brush. At this point the thick alder made it tough going but I pushed through for a couple hundred yards
till I could not go any further. I looked down and noticed that a grizz had just passed
a few minutes earlier and no doubt he was very aware of my presence.
I stood still and listened for a few minutes, all was quiet but looking down the hill about
20 yards away and I noticed a kill site so went down for a closer look.
I then noticed what appears to be a bear den a few yards further away and was about
to go investigate when the grizz lets out a roar so loud and close that no word of a lie
almost made my knees buckle. I*m in alder so thick that it was difficult to even swing my rifle and decided this wasn't the time or place to tangle with a grizz and started
backing out. After backing up a couple hundred yards I broke into more open ground
and waited but it was the last I heard of him and was sure of one thing, I wasn't
going back in to dig him out. So there's abit of a story along with some more 71 ####.