Glad to be back guys. Right now I am in Moyagalpa Niciragua, and was bored so figured I would give a shout to all you guys a monstermuleys.
About the hunts- That bear I killed in northeastern oregon, in the snake river unit. That is one hell of a rough piece of country. Some buddies of mine and myself have really figured out how to stalk the color phase bears over there. What we do is put one guy on one long knife ridge, and the other guy on the other. Basically we are glassing for each other, and using radios to key each other in to the location of the bears. We have yet to fail to fill a tag with a bow! It works so well, as many of you know, it is easy to spot bears in this country, and damn near impossible to get to them, especially within bow range. It is just such vast country, it is amazing that one little bitty guy on foot can actually manage to get in on those bears. I killed this bear on the 5th day of a backpack hunt. We snowshoed in 10 miles, got out on the ridges below the snow level, and started spotting bears. I made two unsuccesful stalks before finding this guy about 2 miles down the ridge, digging roots on a finger ridge. By the time I got to him 2 hours later, he was gone. I looked around where I had seen him, and noticed a ton of tracks going in and out of a little brushy draw, and the ground was just torn up where he had been digging biscuit root. I knew that he was probably just out of hibernation, and still to lazy to go very far, so I laid my chips on the fact that he would probably return in daylight hours. So after 5 and a half grueling hours of waiting, there he was at 43 yards. I pumped a good arrow forward through both lungs. Even as hard hit as he was, I shot him again at 60 to try and stop him from rolling, taking him through one shoulder. No luck on the rolling, he went about 900 feet in elevation before getting tangeled in some brush. I was on his ass most of the way, trying to catch him (still alive)as he slowed down above every rim, scratching to try and stay on top. I wish I could have seen myself, it must have been quite comical to watch this camo clad figure running head long down the canyon trying to stop a bouncing brown bear. Because where he died was closer to the bottom than the top, we de-boned and hung him, and returned the next day from the bottom to get him.
Elk story later-
