Thanks to my shift work, I had today, err, make that yesterday, off work. With decent weather, it was a toss-up between going bear hunting or fishing as I planned out my day. Starting out the morning with a bad case of “I no wannas” didn’t help, and since loading the quad is easier than loading a boat, motor, and all the other gear, laziness won out and bear hunting was the choice. But hey, let’s be realistic. A quad ride is about all I was going for, lower some stress levels and be socially distant. I’ve hunted my butt off the last few years, but haven’t cut a tag since 2014 IIRC. Some times my fault, some times crappy circumstances. Why would today (oh wait, that’s yesterday now) be any different?
I decided to try a new area along some power lines that are growing nice green grass, and within a half hour of leaving the truck I spotted a distant bear while glassing...