Post by Icequeen on Sept 9, 2007 9:01:07 GMT -5
A month into bear season and I finally got a shot at a teddy. I've had a large bear hitting my bait but last night I spooked him on the way into my stand. A little over half an hour later the little guy that's been hitting came waltzing in and I figured since the big guy was being incooperative I may as well take the little guy.
A week ago I moved my stand and this little guy walked in right under the tree my stand use to be in. He didn't give me a shot on the way through the clearing then promptly decided it was time to play acrobat on the bait pole. He climbed the tree, grabbed onto the bait pole and hung from the pole, swinging back and forth like a kid on monkey bars, for about five minutes. Once he'd had his fun he grabbed the bag and lowered it to the ground.
He grabbed a hunk of meat and made himself comfy in the tall grass while he munched, then decided he'd like some more. On his way back to the bag he finally gave me a good broadside shot, his mistake.
When the bolt hit him he spun around and stopped and looked back at his side with this look on his face, kind wondering what the heck. He took a couple steps, faltered, took a couple more steps, stopped again, then he decided it was time to run. He didn't make it far. After two or three more steps he was down, anchored fifteen yards from the bait. The bolt severed the arteries above his heart and went through both lungs.
He's a little guy weighing in at 118 pounds, but he's got a nice thick hide and he'll be good eating.
Unfortunately our bear population has grown so fast in the last few years that the little guys far out number the big guys. But we'll get back into the 300lb class next year maybe. But then we're still waiting for the girls to fill their tags. Keep yur fingers crossed, Andrea is out again tonight.
A week ago I moved my stand and this little guy walked in right under the tree my stand use to be in. He didn't give me a shot on the way through the clearing then promptly decided it was time to play acrobat on the bait pole. He climbed the tree, grabbed onto the bait pole and hung from the pole, swinging back and forth like a kid on monkey bars, for about five minutes. Once he'd had his fun he grabbed the bag and lowered it to the ground.
He grabbed a hunk of meat and made himself comfy in the tall grass while he munched, then decided he'd like some more. On his way back to the bag he finally gave me a good broadside shot, his mistake.
When the bolt hit him he spun around and stopped and looked back at his side with this look on his face, kind wondering what the heck. He took a couple steps, faltered, took a couple more steps, stopped again, then he decided it was time to run. He didn't make it far. After two or three more steps he was down, anchored fifteen yards from the bait. The bolt severed the arteries above his heart and went through both lungs.
He's a little guy weighing in at 118 pounds, but he's got a nice thick hide and he'll be good eating.
Unfortunately our bear population has grown so fast in the last few years that the little guys far out number the big guys. But we'll get back into the 300lb class next year maybe. But then we're still waiting for the girls to fill their tags. Keep yur fingers crossed, Andrea is out again tonight.
