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We just returned from our spring bear hunt, myself, 2 of my married son's & 4 of my grandson's went for several days. I had a tag but turned it in & had the Fish & Game give it to my 13 yr. old grandson Mason. He has been on many bear hunts & probably seen at least 100 bears in the last 3-4 years but this would be his first hunt.
The other grandson with a tag, 14 yr. old Brock has also seen many, many bears & both were practiced up & ready to go. We always do spot & stalk & have a special spot that has produced many outstanding bears over the years.
After a little last minute shopping at Sportsmans Warehouse in Idaho Falls we were off for the week. Arriving after dark we set up camp, built a large fire & enjoyed a great meal around the campfire.
Tuesday morning it was all business & in 20 minutes we had spotted the first bear, a nice mature cinnamon phase boar. After a 45 minute stalk & a mixup in communications Brock missed him at 322 yds with his 7mm magnum. Just a few minutes later my son Travis & his son Mason were on a big black one for a short time before he caught there scent & busted out on them. After catching up to them we spotted a mature size chocolate phase bear starting to feed out of the timber into an open meadow.
He seemed a bit nervous & went in & out a couple of times. They decided to try a stalk & went down the mountain, crossed a small stream & climbed up to where we had decided they should try to get to for a shot. The bear was still feeding until just before they got there & then he fed out of sight into some jack pines. We had talked earlier about maybe trying to call him if he went back into the timber, Travis tried but he seemed spooked by the calling & Shane told us later that he watched him slowly run off, away from where they were calling.
Day Two we saw what looked to be a black sow with a single cinnamon cub, the cub was a second year cub, not a new born. Single cubs are rare, most likely she had more than one but it had died or maybe been killed by a large male, who knows. Its very common for sows to have 2,3 or even 4 cubs & those cubs will den with their mother the first winter, then she will run them off around May or June & breed again.
Day Three, I didn't go out, after my back surgery 2 years ago I ended up with a crippled right foot & now my hunting boots bruise my foot when I ride my 4 wheeler so I stayed in camp with my 6 yr. grandson Porter.
Can't remember how many bears were spotted but Mason had a grin on his face as big as Texas, he had whacked a really nice black bear, just under 6 feet with his 270 & a 130 Hornady at 242 yds, its a beauty, big head, well furred, great claws & a true trophy. He said he wasn't nervous but his gun sure was shaking!
A really nice bear using his sling that was a gift from friend Mike Barranti, this was our 23 bear taken spot & stalk.
The other grandson with a tag, 14 yr. old Brock has also seen many, many bears & both were practiced up & ready to go. We always do spot & stalk & have a special spot that has produced many outstanding bears over the years.
After a little last minute shopping at Sportsmans Warehouse in Idaho Falls we were off for the week. Arriving after dark we set up camp, built a large fire & enjoyed a great meal around the campfire.
Tuesday morning it was all business & in 20 minutes we had spotted the first bear, a nice mature cinnamon phase boar. After a 45 minute stalk & a mixup in communications Brock missed him at 322 yds with his 7mm magnum. Just a few minutes later my son Travis & his son Mason were on a big black one for a short time before he caught there scent & busted out on them. After catching up to them we spotted a mature size chocolate phase bear starting to feed out of the timber into an open meadow.
He seemed a bit nervous & went in & out a couple of times. They decided to try a stalk & went down the mountain, crossed a small stream & climbed up to where we had decided they should try to get to for a shot. The bear was still feeding until just before they got there & then he fed out of sight into some jack pines. We had talked earlier about maybe trying to call him if he went back into the timber, Travis tried but he seemed spooked by the calling & Shane told us later that he watched him slowly run off, away from where they were calling.
Day Two we saw what looked to be a black sow with a single cinnamon cub, the cub was a second year cub, not a new born. Single cubs are rare, most likely she had more than one but it had died or maybe been killed by a large male, who knows. Its very common for sows to have 2,3 or even 4 cubs & those cubs will den with their mother the first winter, then she will run them off around May or June & breed again.
Day Three, I didn't go out, after my back surgery 2 years ago I ended up with a crippled right foot & now my hunting boots bruise my foot when I ride my 4 wheeler so I stayed in camp with my 6 yr. grandson Porter.
Can't remember how many bears were spotted but Mason had a grin on his face as big as Texas, he had whacked a really nice black bear, just under 6 feet with his 270 & a 130 Hornady at 242 yds, its a beauty, big head, well furred, great claws & a true trophy. He said he wasn't nervous but his gun sure was shaking!
A really nice bear using his sling that was a gift from friend Mike Barranti, this was our 23 bear taken spot & stalk.
