bears started hitting again on thursday, after a 3 day dry spell.
recap of the weekend;
friday evening i'm sitting in my stand watching two chipmunks chase each other around my bait. i hear a twig snap and start watching the two trails coming into the bait.
after about a minute i turn my attention back to the chipmunks, still chasing each other. after about another minute, i hear another twig snap, the two chipmunks take off like their butts are on fire. i start watching the two trails and a short time later i see somethingout of the corner of my eye near my stand. i look in that direction and think to myslef "what the hell is that?, it's a BEAR".
i lift my gun and place the scope on the bear, only to see black, i had my scope set at 5 power, the bear was only 15 feet away. i lowered my gun and the bear looks at me, i can see in his eyes he was thinking "oh, no", he turned araound and walked back the way he came.
after he left i was a bit upset, it was'nt the biggest bear, but it was'nt the smallest either, would of been a nice 'first bear'. after about 10 minutes of kicking myself for being so stupid, i realized "how cool was that? most people have never seen a bear, much less have one walk within 15 feet oblivious to your presence. i'll always have the memory of "the one that got away".
saturday night nothing. sunday night, i could hear one behind me, but he was down wind and never appeared..
my father got his first bear, a 150 lb boar, saturday night. my 17 year old cousin also got one saturday night.
developed the film in my trail camera, have a nice shot of a (what seems to be) a nice size bear.
heading back up friday.