HighUintas
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This is an awesome thread.
Two seasons ago, I was quartering up my bull solo at 1AM. I was bent over concentrating then thought I heard some odd noise behind me. I turned around not expecting to see anything, but there was a black bear coming up on my backside and was about 5 yards away. It wasn't monstrous, but big enough that it would kill me if it wanted to. With nothing but my bow, a single arrow, and my knife (which has a fairly rounded point and 3" blade and wouldn't work for defense by stabbing), my thoughts were.... "Well f$#&".
When I spun around, he started backing up a bit out to about 10 yards. He then spent the next 45 minutes pacing back and forth at that distance, huffing at me, and constantly creeping back in on me when I tried to start cutting again while facing his direction. I tried yelling with my arms and jacket as high as possible quite a few times. He went away, I went back to cutting, I heard him behind me again, he went away, I went back to cutting, I saw his eyes out in the other direction getting close to me again...
Through this time, as he got closer a few times, I drew back on him with my bow and headlamp a couple of times to see if it would even be possible to put a quickly deadly shot on him if I needed to, then decided that was a completely retarded idea.
After a couple hours of this, I lost it and made the loudest weirdest noises I could, while thrashing the hell out of everything with large branches and tossed a few large rocks between he and I for some extra noise. This finally helped him decide to leave.
The rest of the morning, cutting and packing, was not fun.
Had he been a larger bear I probably would have backed out pretty quickly and let him have my meat.
Here he is the next morning when I went back looking for my DL I dropped.
Two seasons ago, I was quartering up my bull solo at 1AM. I was bent over concentrating then thought I heard some odd noise behind me. I turned around not expecting to see anything, but there was a black bear coming up on my backside and was about 5 yards away. It wasn't monstrous, but big enough that it would kill me if it wanted to. With nothing but my bow, a single arrow, and my knife (which has a fairly rounded point and 3" blade and wouldn't work for defense by stabbing), my thoughts were.... "Well f$#&".
When I spun around, he started backing up a bit out to about 10 yards. He then spent the next 45 minutes pacing back and forth at that distance, huffing at me, and constantly creeping back in on me when I tried to start cutting again while facing his direction. I tried yelling with my arms and jacket as high as possible quite a few times. He went away, I went back to cutting, I heard him behind me again, he went away, I went back to cutting, I saw his eyes out in the other direction getting close to me again...
Through this time, as he got closer a few times, I drew back on him with my bow and headlamp a couple of times to see if it would even be possible to put a quickly deadly shot on him if I needed to, then decided that was a completely retarded idea.
After a couple hours of this, I lost it and made the loudest weirdest noises I could, while thrashing the hell out of everything with large branches and tossed a few large rocks between he and I for some extra noise. This finally helped him decide to leave.
The rest of the morning, cutting and packing, was not fun.
Had he been a larger bear I probably would have backed out pretty quickly and let him have my meat.
Here he is the next morning when I went back looking for my DL I dropped.