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Quick version:Packed in Thursday night in the dark and met up with 2 buddies who were bear hunting. Woke up Friday and headed to the basin I planned on hunting solo. Saw several bucks and one shooter. Spent all day in the basin with nothing lining up. The bucks bedded in bad spots. The next morning I went back to the same spot and located the same group of bucks, only this time the buck i killed was with them. They bedded in a great spot, I looped around and came in on top of them at 10:30am. I peeked over the edge and I was directly above the bucks. Literally 90° below me. Shear cliff. I went to full draw and leaned over. But it was too steep for a shot. Anchor point was off and I didn't like my bubble. I came back off the edge and let down. While doing this a small buck saw me and blew out taking the bucks with him. I quick counted and saw there were only 4 bucks. I knew there was 1 still under me. I immediately went to full draw and leaned over the edge. There was the buck standing just off the cliff edge looking around. I picked my spot and let it fly. I put my binos on him and could see foam coming out the entrance. The exit was pouring blood. He went about 100 yards and bedded up. That's were he died. I packed him about 4 miles to my tent that afternoon and then the next morning I woke up and packed him to the truck. Weighed my pack when I got home. 103#s.Sent from my SM-G930V using Tapatalk[/quoteAwesome story. Sounds like a memorable hunt!
