epicZERO74
05-18-2015, 08:48 AM
On Thursday, May 17th, 2015, my dad, my brother and I set out on a bear hunting quest in Quesnel, BC. We drove to 100 Mile from Surrey on Thursday, then the rest of the way on Friday. Once in Quesnel, we headed over to Nazko to hunt at my Grandpa's cabin. Unfortunately, the road into the cabin was flooded, so we just hunted the day there, then returned to Quesnel in the evening. We saw some bear sign, but no bears.
On Saturday, we began hunting out of town. We saw 3 bears in the morning, only 1 had presented a shot, but I missed. He was a nice color phased bear, with a black head and bottom, but a tan/beige middle(Oreo was his nickname) We also saw a couple deer, and a moose. During the evening, We saw 2 more bears. Once again, one presented a shot, he was nice and broadside. However, the clip of the 30-06 kept ejecting the bullets whenever they got warm, causing the gun to jam. So as my dad came out to help me, the bear wandered off into the trees. I took a shot, but he was in thick trees and moving so it was another miss.
On Sunday morning, the last hunt of the trip, we were cruising down the road when my dad sees bear scat and says: "This wasn't here yesterday" and we looked up and saw a bear sitting on the road, completely oblivious to our location. I got out and moved to the left for a better shot. I shot, but the gun was shooting to the left(as we later found out), so my shot was far back, but I hit him. We started tracking him through the trees he ran through, and we saw that he crossed a small swamp. We figured we might be chasing him further than needed, so we returned to the truck and grabbed rope, knives and other odds and ends that we needed, and set back out into the bush.
After following the blood trail for awhile, we found the little swamp he crossed, and we sent my brother around to find the blood trail on the other side. Once he found it, my dad and I went around to join him. 2 more small swamps later and we found him. But not dead. My dad, who had the gun at the time, took a shot at it, missed, but the bear was hurting so he didn't run up the hill too far. 2 more shots later and the bear was down, but still growling, but since we were out of ammo, my dad slit his throat. It was a long haul getting him out of the bushes. My dad threw the front quarters over his shoulder, later tying them around his waste, and my brother did the same with the hind quarters, and i got away with the backpack with rope, camera, the bear's head, along with other trinkets, as well as the gun, and we made it out. After that we got a 2nd breakfast and drove the 6-8 hour trip back home.
Me with the bear:
http://i.imgur.com/b07MKNoh.jpg
Me & my dad with the bear(and the dog hanging out on the right):
http://i.imgur.com/k8PZs7oh.jpg
Me & my brother with the bear:
http://i.imgur.com/M7CaBvRh.jpg
On Saturday, we began hunting out of town. We saw 3 bears in the morning, only 1 had presented a shot, but I missed. He was a nice color phased bear, with a black head and bottom, but a tan/beige middle(Oreo was his nickname) We also saw a couple deer, and a moose. During the evening, We saw 2 more bears. Once again, one presented a shot, he was nice and broadside. However, the clip of the 30-06 kept ejecting the bullets whenever they got warm, causing the gun to jam. So as my dad came out to help me, the bear wandered off into the trees. I took a shot, but he was in thick trees and moving so it was another miss.
On Sunday morning, the last hunt of the trip, we were cruising down the road when my dad sees bear scat and says: "This wasn't here yesterday" and we looked up and saw a bear sitting on the road, completely oblivious to our location. I got out and moved to the left for a better shot. I shot, but the gun was shooting to the left(as we later found out), so my shot was far back, but I hit him. We started tracking him through the trees he ran through, and we saw that he crossed a small swamp. We figured we might be chasing him further than needed, so we returned to the truck and grabbed rope, knives and other odds and ends that we needed, and set back out into the bush.
After following the blood trail for awhile, we found the little swamp he crossed, and we sent my brother around to find the blood trail on the other side. Once he found it, my dad and I went around to join him. 2 more small swamps later and we found him. But not dead. My dad, who had the gun at the time, took a shot at it, missed, but the bear was hurting so he didn't run up the hill too far. 2 more shots later and the bear was down, but still growling, but since we were out of ammo, my dad slit his throat. It was a long haul getting him out of the bushes. My dad threw the front quarters over his shoulder, later tying them around his waste, and my brother did the same with the hind quarters, and i got away with the backpack with rope, camera, the bear's head, along with other trinkets, as well as the gun, and we made it out. After that we got a 2nd breakfast and drove the 6-8 hour trip back home.
Me with the bear:
http://i.imgur.com/b07MKNoh.jpg
Me & my dad with the bear(and the dog hanging out on the right):
http://i.imgur.com/k8PZs7oh.jpg
Me & my brother with the bear:
http://i.imgur.com/M7CaBvRh.jpg