Well the weekend didn’t start out the best. I get camp set up early Friday and head to my “my spot” as I get in there I bump in to another guy with a rifle I ask . “bear hunting?” and he answers “elk hunting” apparently they opened up a limited area rifle cow hunt and the area happens to be “my” bear spot. So before I know it there are quads every where scaring all the game for 10 miles ( I hate quads) any way I have a plan B. I head in to my other spot Saturday morning. I approach the first out look and stand next to a little bush. About 1 minute later a beautiful color phase (chocolate brown) bear bursts out of the brush about 20 feet to my right and heads down the hill at about 100 mph. I shouldered my rifle and took the best shot I had, it was an impossible shot. If I had been three steps to my right I would have seen that bear before he saw me. I figure that spots busted but then I see what the bear was on, he had a mule deer kill. On the off chance that he would come back I left and waited till evening to check on that kill. Well he came back in the middle of the day and drug that kill off. So I would be back in the morning. 5:30 a.m I head back in, im glassing a area a little past the kill. After about a hour and a half I look back over my shoulder and on the up hill side there he is. 160 yards up hill there is the same chocolate brown bear im looking for. Wind is good shot lane is clear but he’s on the tree line and heading back in. I rushed the shot, it was all me on that miss. I tell ya guys I almost cried. I looked around for a little while and then headed back to break camp. Fun weekend but a heartbreaker too. He will be bigger next year.
