Today I went to my spot where I have been after this one bear...I walk in, wind is nice and hard, blowing the right way, making lots of noise.
I move when the wind allows me to, so I dont make such a ruckus...
Check the trail cam...nothing...
Only spot a fresh pile that is basically right on top of where I was sitting a few days back...but nothing super fresh...sigh...
Walk over to the bigger dead swamp and pause for a second...
then here comes the old boy...his head pokes from around a tree (about 60 yards) and he comes broad side, eating away at the fresh shoots...
goes behind a few stumps, back into few...
i check for tits, check for cubs...his neck is nice and long, and he seems pretty tall..ears are farther back...hes the one.
I watch him for a good 5 minutes as I stand motionless, he walks towards me, now about 45-50 yards. Turns broad side and quarters just a hair I put him in the scope, aim behind the shoulder and BOOM!
He spins and bites and the wound then bolts....I can hear him crash for about 5-8 seconds, straight for the freaking brush as they do. Sigh....its just me and it always makes me nervous to go in after them like this. Oh well...thats the fun.
I give him a half hour before I start. Keep in mind, I hear nothing else, no bawling, crashing, nothing. SOunds like he just went in the brush a bit and stopped.
I find a finger sized piece of flesh where he spun, so I know I hit him (plus the way he acted).
I head into the brush where I believe he went...no blood trail to be found..
This reminds me of a sow I shot two years ago, same thing, I knew I hit it, heard it crash...took three hours to find it in the brush...no blood (even with a 4 inch exit wound) until we were right ontop of it.
I search from 2 to 7 pm. No luck....but I am very sure he went down...I will be back in the morning with my brother to hopefully tag and carry out.
Wish me luck. Here is his back paw.
