What a weekend!
FillTheFreezer and I had an area picked out deep in the Glacier Peak Wilderness to try and target some late summer bears.
Thursday started late with traffic and we hit the trail at 8 pm. We knocked out 6 miles in the dark and were up early to hammer out another 11 and all the gain.
We spent Friday and Saturday glassing our basin to no avail. Not even a deer to turn up.
We had an epic time regardless of a zero on bears. We were up early this morning to try and beat the heat and start hammering down the 17 miles back to the truck.
As we rounded the corner and looked back at camp we realized that we had totally missed an insane sub basin with massive berries.
While we were remarking that we missed the boat, we noticed a black spot moving through the berries. We slammed the packs down, unstrapped the gun and got a range.
511.
I dialed my scope 2 MILs and got steady.
He was about to dip over into a fold at any minute and while I would have loved to give Scott another minute or two to get the phone skope setup it wasn't worth losing an opportunity.
I squeezed through the shot and heard the watermelon thunk as he disappeared into the fold.
I found him 50 yards from where I shot him piled up under a tree. Double lung.
Then the fun began.
We quickly quartered and loaded and started the grind. 7 hours, 17 miles, and 4000 feet of decline we finally hit the truck.
I'm not going to lie...I was a total wreck. I hit a pretty hard wall at around mile 14, and had to struggle to finish the last three.
We weighed the packs at the TH. Mine was 83 pounds, Scott's was 75.
It's pretty rare to have a hunting partner as bad ass as the one I do.
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