Last Thursday night, my hunting partner killed a Caribou on our way into our hunting area. I went and started setting up camp while he gutted the animal. Suddenly he came in kind of pale and excited. "There's a Grizzly that wants the meat" he says. "You need to come down and watch my back while I finish". I got on my 4-wheeler and went down to the kill site. There was a sow with a cub sitting looking over the kill. We shot into the air, no affect. I thought I would try and entice her off the site with a tape of squalling baby bears. I rode off about 100 yards and stuck the baby bear tape in my Johnny Stewart tape player, No good. I was looking to see if I had something else in the box that might work. There was a tape of Carlos Santana, My teenager had been using my tape player to play music for his friends. I stuck it in Santana, it did the trick, she left. So we finished dressing out the caribou while jamming to Black Magic Woman.
