Hunting Washington Forum
Big Game Hunting => Bear Hunting => Topic started by: Smokepole on October 12, 2021, 09:50:51 AM
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Been hunting all over the mountain, and look who meets me at the front door this morning. 10 yard shot with the .243 right between the eyes. I was still wearing my bedroom slippers and sipping coffee. Feels good to clear my slate & be able to focus on the deer opener. Young boar about 150 lbs. killed my favorite chicken and been testing our garage doors. Problem solved. He's not the biggest, but he'll eat good!
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Nice! I hear chicken and fawn-fed bears are the tastiest bears. :tup:
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Congrats, you'll need some rest after that pack out!
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Tastes like chicken
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Congrats, you'll need some rest after that pack out!
:yeah: baggies I almost threw out my back rolling him into the tractor bucket!
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I hope them slippers and coffee cup were hunter orange, we don't need someone taking a poke at you! :chuckle:
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Congrats, you'll need some rest after that pack out!
:yeah: baggies I almost threw out my back rolling him into the tractor bucket!
Work smarter not harder. Next time tie a rope around the legs and just lift him with the bucket. That way you don't risk injury trying to roll him. :chuckle:
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Nice way to start the day. Congrats on having one less predator around your place
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Right between the eyes. You done told him.
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Nice!
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Did it have holes through its two front paws? :chuckle: :chuckle:
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Congrats. Reminds me of an elk "hunt" I went on in New Mexico in the early 90's. I was staying with a buddy on his cattle ranch that had a bunch of elk. I woke up super early, geared up for really cold weather, and then my buddy wakes up about 45 minutes after sunrise, makes some bacon and eggs for breakfast in the kitchen, sits down in his favorite chair in his living room, and then watches the elk cruise by the window. I get all excited when I see a 4x4, and he laughs and says not to waste time on the little ones. Another hour or so (and about 30 elk) goes by, a monster walks by about 75 yards from the house, he cracks the window just enough to get the barrel outside, and then boom, elk drops. He hadn't even bothered to put pants or a shirt on by this point. Still just in socks and boxers. Wife comes down super mad because the shot woke her up. A couple other elk walk up to the one that was shot and just kind of look at it like, huh, wonder what happened to old buddy. Strange hunt, if that's the right word... Congrats on your bear.
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Sure looks like a dog laying there :chuckle:
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Congrats. Reminds me of an elk "hunt" I went on in New Mexico in the early 90's. I was staying with a buddy on his cattle ranch that had a bunch of elk. I woke up super early, geared up for really cold weather, and then my buddy wakes up about 45 minutes after sunrise, makes some bacon and eggs for breakfast in the kitchen, sits down in his favorite chair in his living room, and then watches the elk cruise by the window. I get all excited when I see a 4x4, and he laughs and says not to waste time on the little ones. Another hour or so (and about 30 elk) goes by, a monster walks by about 75 yards from the house, he cracks the window just enough to get the barrel outside, and then boom, elk drops. He hadn't even bothered to put pants or a shirt on by this point. Still just in socks and boxers. Wife comes down super mad because the shot woke her up. A couple other elk walk up to the one that was shot and just kind of look at it like, huh, wonder what happened to old buddy. Strange hunt, if that's the right word... Congrats on your bear.
That's a harvest :chuckle:
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Congrats. Reminds me of an elk "hunt" I went on in New Mexico in the early 90's. I was staying with a buddy on his cattle ranch that had a bunch of elk. I woke up super early, geared up for really cold weather, and then my buddy wakes up about 45 minutes after sunrise, makes some bacon and eggs for breakfast in the kitchen, sits down in his favorite chair in his living room, and then watches the elk cruise by the window. I get all excited when I see a 4x4, and he laughs and says not to waste time on the little ones. Another hour or so (and about 30 elk) goes by, a monster walks by about 75 yards from the house, he cracks the window just enough to get the barrel outside, and then boom, elk drops. He hadn't even bothered to put pants or a shirt on by this point. Still just in socks and boxers. Wife comes down super mad because the shot woke her up. A couple other elk walk up to the one that was shot and just kind of look at it like, huh, wonder what happened to old buddy. Strange hunt, if that's the right word... Congrats on your bear.
Logola that is a great elk story. We had a good laugh this morning!