NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!          

Killing....me....s-l-o-w-l-y....  :(

This is interesting, now.      

Now see what you gone and did Bear, you laughed at him. Now he'll make us all wait.    lol

Tee-hee-hee! It's almost as much fun watching all you squirmers as the story unfolding!!

Gotta run meet the game and fish......finish up this evening....sorry guys....

       

Terry we need glass of wine icon it's gettin too late in day to drink coffee!

  I gotta work tomorrow.  hope this gets finished tonight.   :rolleyes:

UH-OH!!! was right....here comes Blacky down the tree and we are poised to loose more arrows and we did, but blacky threw us a curve by leaping out at about the 15 foot mark.  It it lands 6 yards from Doug who shoots, and I'm right behind him with my follow up as he appears on my side of the tree carrying the mail...both arrows ricochet off the saplings like pin-balls and within 3 seconds the bear disappeared into the sapling filled bottom like Batman vanishing into the Bat Cave.....all was silent for now....

We gathered our wits for a brief moment, collected our errant arrows and found blood immediately and started on the trail that was obvious at this point.  After about 20 yards of good blood, we'd entered the vanishing point that was filled with 12 to 15 foot white pines just as a dark low cloud moved over head.  Combining that with the 2 weeks of rain making the ground a dark brown it was almost like the last 15 minutes of shooting light, but it was only 5:15 PM.  I was straining my eyes for blood that was plainly there once I found it but straining to find it none the less.  Doug decided to make a short sneak loop to the left off what we felt was the blood line area to look a head, and I got out my Wensel Brother's flashlight.  BAMB!....Blood City...I was walking now at a good clip and I told Doug the trail took a right veer.  Doug and I both knew we were sure where the bear was headed as it was the least resistance direction with little uphill elevation, so without me even saying anything to Doug he headed right where I was thinking.  Yeah, hunters can do that ya know.                

Doug had no more that gotten out of sight and it was hitting the fan again!!!....

Good stuff, Terry!

Bear, blood and hitting the fan, oh my.....

ANNNNDDDD!!!!!!

I hear Doug yell, not sure what all he is yelling but I hear the word BEAR! for sure several times amongst other garbled words along with my name.

I knock an arrow as I don't know if the bear is coming or going...but more yells ring out a little further away.  I take my judo point out and stick it in the ground at last blood, move off to the right about 5 yards to try and stay off what I think is the blood line and I take off toward the ruckus.

I stop as I hear yet more yelling, barking, whooping and growling and I fear Doug is in a fight so I start carrying the mail myself in a panic for my long time hunting partner.

As I cleared the white pines and hopped up onto an old logging road I see Doug up ahead strutting around like a bantam rooster, much like Lawrence Taylor after a quarterback sack, still making victory war hoops as the bear laid dead just beyond him.  And for good reason.....Doug done good let me tell ya!!!

Doug had spotted the bear laying facing away from him like a gator and its ears sticking up gave it away.  Doug moved in and the bear stood and started to leave and he managed to get two more arrows into the bear.  The 1st one entered the rear ham on the right side penetrating about 17 inches.  Doug caught up to within 10 yards and it turned broadside, looked Doug in the eyes and growled. So, Doug let her have it passing the next Wensel Woodsman slap though it mid ship.  Blacky was done,.... fell over stone dead.  

The celebration was something special as Doug and I have been chasing bears for years in these special mountains, both pulling for each other as much as we pulled for ourselves.  We'd surely hunt solo up there at times, but as Doug mentioned, if one of us was there and the other wasn't, something was missing.  We'd shared so many memories over the years in the Wilderness together.  So many chases, close calls, what if's, if only's and on and on and on.  For us both to share in our 1st bear kill together was quiet poetic.....and probably fate.  It was only fitting, ......and ever so sweet.

I don't know who was more excited......does it really matter?

What a ride!!!  

What a Hunt!!!

What a memory between two life long friends!!!

       

       

       

Thanks Doug.....I love ya brother.        

terry! what broadhead is that!

Tag Team Black Bears!  Congratulations to you both!        

I'm glad I didn't try to read this one right away this morning - I knew this would be one that needed to simmer for awhile....  

Great hunt and way to double up on Mr Bruin.

What a ride!!! I hit 90 coming home to catch the end of this one. What an awesome hunt. Congrats to the both of you.

Congrats!