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Wind! Wind! Wind! really it’s all about the wind, I have 9 bears now with trad-gear, all are spot and stock ( California no bait ) closest one was about 3-5 yards feeding on thimble berries, longest shot was maybe 20, if that.
Bears like to move a lot, just like pigs, they don’t stand still for vary long, they will stay in the area for a longtime, they just keep moving around like, there always looking for something.
The 1st & last hours are the best, it seems when they come out in the evening there hungry, almost always head to food.
I shot one in his bed once, ( That was fun ) however it is really rare to find them in there bed.
Glass, glass and more glassing is how I find them, then run to them to get close, then slow way down, getting as close as I can, once he gives me my shot ( always under 20 yards ) usually around 10-15 yards.
This one was around 5 yards.
Shot this one right outside Los Angles with my son at around 6-7 yards, small sow, but man was it fun, she had got into a pine tree to sleep, was covered with pine sap.
My son was 9 and kept asking me to take him bear hunting, so after work one day, I took him to the mountains to walk him around tell dark, never thinking we would see a bear.
He asked if he could lead us down the trail after about an hour of hiking and I said sure, ten minuets later he says ” BEAR “, I say; where, he say’s right there, and points up the trail, theirs a bear doing his thing, right in the middle of the trail, he see us and go’s below the trail, as we hurry up to where he was, careful not to step in his mess, there he is looking up at us, not sure what we are, he stood there 2 seconds to long.
My hunting buddy Vance smoked this big boar at the last minute of a 10 day back packing trip, we got out at around midnight, he spotted it the last night and did not have enough time before dark to get to him, he asked if it would be OK to hunt it in the morning, as we have 14 miles to pack out.
I said; go for it, just be back by 9:am, I’ll pack every thing up so we’re ready to go, well 9:am came and went, around 9:30 he comes over the hill with a huge smile, “GOT-UM” was all he said.
This one, was being at the right place, at the right time, I was still hunting when I hear something coming my way, I turn around and this guy is coming right to me, I already had an arrow nocked, I just needed to turn to take the shot at him loping by at around 10 yards.
As the arrow jumped through him, he jumped on a tree right next to me, as he was running to the top, blood was spraying everywhere, then as he reached the top, he broke off the last branch and fell dead at my feet.
I looked around as though I was on candied camera, I could not believe what had just happened, I never moved my feet, just took the shot.
First trip out
This was my hardest earned bear, as I hunted 8 miles one way from our camp, until I shot him.
I was down at the bottom to the right behind the far ridge against the far mountain.
What a day, sun up to 2 hours after sun down, I did stop at the pass and light a cigar as the sun was setting, remembering a friend, I had first hunted this area with in 1980 who had died, needless to say GOD IS GOOD.
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