Idahogobbler
Lil-Rokslider
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I used to guide in the bob Marshall was told it has the highest population of griz in the lower 48 per capita idk if it's true but the man with the green pants told us that... I do know when it snowed there were tracks everywhere.... Only had 1 spooky situation...
One of my clients shot a bull in a canyon he did his hero shots with his camera then wanted to go back to camp to drink some whiskey and tell his war story's. I had to go back to get 2 mules anyways. We were about 1 hr from camp. Dropped him off was told by the outfitter that another guide would be about an hour behind me. So I take off with my horse and 2 mules. As I start dropping into the timber my horse starts acting weird and is not wanting to go. I figured it was because of all the dead fall so I get off and try to pull him down and he's not gonna go. So I tie him up and lead the 2 mules down. As I get about 75 yards from the bull they start snorting and kinda getting jumpy. I keep on going and pop around the corner and about 30 yards is the bull and a griz is sitting over it. He is already woofing and dosent look happy we are there. I grabbed my saddle gun which was a 45-70 and put two rounds into the tree behind him. He hardly blinked. At this time one of my mules had kinda stepped to my side and I could tell the bear kinda jumped back when ever the mules would move. So I slowly started walking towards it leading the mules he kept backing up and then turned and ran up the hill. He got to a cliffy clear area approximately 1-200 yards above and sat and watched. I had that bull quartered and was loading the 2nd mule when the other guide showed up. He said man that's the fastest I've ever seen some one quarter a bull. I pointed up to the rock where the bear had stayed and he went oh that's why. That bear followed us back to camp staying about 500 yards away up above the tree line. We elected to have our packer take the meat and the other two bulls that were hanging out that night.
That's my Wild West bear story not a big bear by any means but still a griz!
Be smart about it keep a clean camp and cherish the moments you get to spend in griz country... It's some of the prettiest damn place you'll ever get to see.... I hate the wolves as much as the next guy but id give up anything to be sitting around the camp fire drinking crick water mixed with a little whiskey listening to the wolves howl 35 miles in the back country right about now. Instead I'm sitting in my cop car in the city dealing with crooks and tweakers! I'd trade the tweakers for the griz any day lol
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One of my clients shot a bull in a canyon he did his hero shots with his camera then wanted to go back to camp to drink some whiskey and tell his war story's. I had to go back to get 2 mules anyways. We were about 1 hr from camp. Dropped him off was told by the outfitter that another guide would be about an hour behind me. So I take off with my horse and 2 mules. As I start dropping into the timber my horse starts acting weird and is not wanting to go. I figured it was because of all the dead fall so I get off and try to pull him down and he's not gonna go. So I tie him up and lead the 2 mules down. As I get about 75 yards from the bull they start snorting and kinda getting jumpy. I keep on going and pop around the corner and about 30 yards is the bull and a griz is sitting over it. He is already woofing and dosent look happy we are there. I grabbed my saddle gun which was a 45-70 and put two rounds into the tree behind him. He hardly blinked. At this time one of my mules had kinda stepped to my side and I could tell the bear kinda jumped back when ever the mules would move. So I slowly started walking towards it leading the mules he kept backing up and then turned and ran up the hill. He got to a cliffy clear area approximately 1-200 yards above and sat and watched. I had that bull quartered and was loading the 2nd mule when the other guide showed up. He said man that's the fastest I've ever seen some one quarter a bull. I pointed up to the rock where the bear had stayed and he went oh that's why. That bear followed us back to camp staying about 500 yards away up above the tree line. We elected to have our packer take the meat and the other two bulls that were hanging out that night.
That's my Wild West bear story not a big bear by any means but still a griz!
Be smart about it keep a clean camp and cherish the moments you get to spend in griz country... It's some of the prettiest damn place you'll ever get to see.... I hate the wolves as much as the next guy but id give up anything to be sitting around the camp fire drinking crick water mixed with a little whiskey listening to the wolves howl 35 miles in the back country right about now. Instead I'm sitting in my cop car in the city dealing with crooks and tweakers! I'd trade the tweakers for the griz any day lol
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