Memories of your first bear hunt.

[born2hunt65]

I was interested to hear of everyones first bear hunt, I know mine is special to me.
After three years of helping my husband bait I finally drew a tag. What a thrill. The day of the hunt I had a cold and had to take some medication so I wouldn't sneeze and cough the whole time out there. I sprayed myself with so much no scent nothing would smell me, LOL. The day was warm but very windy, I thought yah right like I'll see a bear today.
Well I went out to my ground blind nervous as **** . I sat from 2 to 6:45 pm sleeping on and offf due to that darn cold medication. The trees were blowing and a creeking. A loud thumbing kept waking me up, I know now what it was a large limb that fell off the tree after I left landing right on my blind. Anyway I was woken up several more times by a chipmunk that kept running up my leg mistaking it for a tree limb. I guess due to the camo and no scent. Well I'm thinking I'll never see a bear with my sleeping, the wind, and the racket out here.
About 7 pm after being woken up again by that darn ole chipmunk I glanced at my bait and lo and behold there was a bear walking into my bait. I grabbed my gun so I could check him out with the scope and wouldn't you know it, it snaped a twig. Well my bear walked out on me. I thought to myself, well he didn't run out so he'll be back just sit tight. In about 10 minutes here he come again strutting his stuff around the bait. He sat down and opened up the logs and started munching. I picked up my gun again( this time off my lap) and laid that scope right on him. Boom! He rolled over and ran off. By now I'm getting a little irritated so I grabbed my gun and took off after him. That bear was not getting away from me. I ran down to the bait pile and started tracking. There he lay deader than a door nail 10 yards from the bait. I walked over to him and nudged him with my gun to ensure he was dead and prepared to blast again if he wasn't. Well he was. Boy was I proud. I got help to get him out of the woods got him gutted out and then well I CELEBRATED.
Theres alot more to the story but who has a hour to read it,LOL. I'll always cheerish that first hunt and the thrill of shooting my first bear. :)
This ole girl was born2hunt.

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If it's brown it's down. If it flies it dies.

[This message has been edited by born2hunt65 (edited 03-16-2000).]

[born2hunt65]

Trout sounds like you too had a memorable first hunt. I read about your hunt and when I got to the long john part just started cracking up :). I sure hope others have a good story or two to share. Congrads on your fisrt bear.Born

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If it's brown it's down. If it flies it dies.

[Yooper]

My best memory is of my wifes 1st bear. It was her 1st big game kill, we had both gotten tags and were sitting about 1 mi apart, I heard a gun shot that I thought/knew was hers. She was to whistle if/when she shoots, I sat in my blind very impaitently, when she finally signaled I unloaded my weapon and practicely ran down the trail, when I got to her she was just standing there saying she missed as she didn't hear it leave, I reloaded my weapon and slowly made my way to the bait, and there was her bear. A 300 lb boar with a gorgeous white V on its chest. I had never been more happy.

[born2hunt65]

Yooper thats so kool. A 300 pound bear sure is a nice one. Did you have a rug made out of it? You must of been very proud of your wife. :) Born

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If it's brown it's down. If it flies it dies.

[birddog]

I can still remember my first bear kill in 1980.It was the first day of the season I hunted in the morning getting in before day light and sat very quiet until about 10 decided nothing was going to happen so I started my walk outand decided to get back to my blind by 3.When getting back at 3 I noticed that the bait was tore apart,now I'm thinking when did the bear come and was there going to be another.So I sat for 3 hours nothing now I'm thinking I was wasteing my time just as I was looking down I heard something to my left so I slowly looked to my left and there to my surprise was a bear walking towards the bait station not 30 yards from me it looked like a nice bear so I slowly raised my 50 cal. muzzel loader and waited what seemed to be a long time then there it stepped in front of the blind and stopped 45 yards out looking at the bait station thats when I took the shot and to my surprise when the smoke cleared there layed a nice 175lb dressed weight bore. That was my first trophy bear.

[mssgn]

I am hoping to get my bear this year but if tou want to read about last year's attempt its posted as the "story of the week" at <A HREF="http://www.ultimatesportsmen.com"." TARGET=_blank>www.ultimatesportsmen.com".</A> Hope you enjoy it. I enjoyed your story. Mike.

[born2hunt65]

Mike, thanks for sharing your story. It is always interesting to hear people tell the stories about hunting.

[Dumroese]

Well this isn't exactly abou bear but kinda. My uncle, wife and myself were out Grouse hunting along an old trail on our property that is hidden and never used except by my family for hunting. My wife still not into the whole outdoors thing was walking up in front and having a good old time. Both my uncle and I were getting a bit upset. Thankfully my wife smelled a nice nasty scent of a bear den. We could see it from the trail. Since that day she has always walked behind me in fear of a bear.

That bear does not live there now as my uncle had taken it to his dinner table.

[birddog]

That story reminds me of last winter when I almost stepped on a bear that was denned up in a brush pile.One more step and I would have been right on it its a good thing I looked down and seen its breather hole.Lord knows what might have been the outcome of that.