huntingaddiction
FNG
In WA most of us don't get to bear hunt until August every year. In the 7 year I have hunted bears, they have quickly become my second favorite animal to hunt, right behind elk. Last year, I got put in a situation that was, um, let's say not ideal.
Opening morning I found myself sitting on a glassing knob overlooking a clear-cut my buddy was hunting. He was about 800 yards away. I saw a bear in a cut behind him and it wasn't long before he was setting up for a shot. He rolled the bear first shot. I couldn't see much after that but my buddy decided to wait for me. About 5 miles of logging roads and an hour and a half later I make it there.
He explains what happened and we go looking for the bear. 6 hours after the shot we have lost blood and find ourselves in the creek bottom just hoping to find some blood in the thick brush.
As I am working my way through the bottom, I notice some torn up ground. I walk over and find blood in the moss. Still wet, so I yell to my buddy that I have found blood. I heard something behind me and turn around to a wounded black bear charging at about 15 feet.
Somehow I got safety off and gun to my hip as I shot the bear in the chest at about 2 feet. Then quickly followed up with one to the head. I honestly can't think of a time when I had so much adrenaline pumping through my veins.
Looking back it was funny, but I was a little wigged out and the pack out was exhausting.
Opening morning I found myself sitting on a glassing knob overlooking a clear-cut my buddy was hunting. He was about 800 yards away. I saw a bear in a cut behind him and it wasn't long before he was setting up for a shot. He rolled the bear first shot. I couldn't see much after that but my buddy decided to wait for me. About 5 miles of logging roads and an hour and a half later I make it there.
He explains what happened and we go looking for the bear. 6 hours after the shot we have lost blood and find ourselves in the creek bottom just hoping to find some blood in the thick brush.
As I am working my way through the bottom, I notice some torn up ground. I walk over and find blood in the moss. Still wet, so I yell to my buddy that I have found blood. I heard something behind me and turn around to a wounded black bear charging at about 15 feet.
Somehow I got safety off and gun to my hip as I shot the bear in the chest at about 2 feet. Then quickly followed up with one to the head. I honestly can't think of a time when I had so much adrenaline pumping through my veins.
Looking back it was funny, but I was a little wigged out and the pack out was exhausting.