40incher
06-01-2006, 02:45 PM
First of all thanks to Clarke for posting the picture of my bear in the Gallery. We were having trouble figuring out how to do that.
My name is Terri and I'm posting from my husband's site as I have not used this forum previously. I became interested in harvesting a grizzly after being on a hunt two years ago when my 18 year-old son took a large male grizzly cleanly with one shot. Since then it has been a passion, and can't honestly believe how keen I have been to get a bear.
We saw what we think was the same bear on the first day of the hunt on a green slide area. After a long stalk through deep snow in the timber we were able to reach the area. We saw the bear feeding but could not get a good enough look to ensure it was a boar, so we did not take a shot. It was also late in the day and we wanted to find a better route out.
The second day was uneventful. No grizzly seen; just blacks, goats and lots of moose on the slides. Saw some very large grizzly tracks in the mud though, which encouraged us that a large bear was near.
On the third day we spotted what we think is the same bear from the first day. Same colouration and long snout. As we were closer this time it was instantly obvious this was a good boar. He was wandering away from us in the open at about 500 yards. The wind was in our face and things were perfect. We closed the distance to about 70 yards and I got set up in a sitting postion using my knees as a rest. My husband gave a low calf moose call and the huge bear stopped, turned his head slowly towards us with a real menacing glare. He then turned his body fully broadside without taking his eyes off of us. At that second Mike said "take him" and I squeezed off holding just behind the shoulder.
The bear reared up on its hinds biting and swatting at the spot I hit him, right through both lungs. He began running and when I took my second shot he went into a roll, ass over tea kettle as is said. It was all over very quickly and it was then that I realized how my heart was pounding.
He is a beautiful bear, 8 1/2 feet across the fronts and almost 8 feet nose to tail. His ears are fully 9 inches apart and it looks like the skull will make the BC book according to the compulsory inspection measurements. The hide is a light colour on the head and shoulders with dark legs and huge claws. It is quite old with broken fangs and worn molars.
We brought out the meat and it looks very good. Not sure if we'll go with a life-size mount or not, although everyone who sees it says "ya gotta".
So I feel very satisfied, and at this point have no urge to kill another one. But my hubby says "just give it time and you may be surprised".
My name is Terri and I'm posting from my husband's site as I have not used this forum previously. I became interested in harvesting a grizzly after being on a hunt two years ago when my 18 year-old son took a large male grizzly cleanly with one shot. Since then it has been a passion, and can't honestly believe how keen I have been to get a bear.
We saw what we think was the same bear on the first day of the hunt on a green slide area. After a long stalk through deep snow in the timber we were able to reach the area. We saw the bear feeding but could not get a good enough look to ensure it was a boar, so we did not take a shot. It was also late in the day and we wanted to find a better route out.
The second day was uneventful. No grizzly seen; just blacks, goats and lots of moose on the slides. Saw some very large grizzly tracks in the mud though, which encouraged us that a large bear was near.
On the third day we spotted what we think is the same bear from the first day. Same colouration and long snout. As we were closer this time it was instantly obvious this was a good boar. He was wandering away from us in the open at about 500 yards. The wind was in our face and things were perfect. We closed the distance to about 70 yards and I got set up in a sitting postion using my knees as a rest. My husband gave a low calf moose call and the huge bear stopped, turned his head slowly towards us with a real menacing glare. He then turned his body fully broadside without taking his eyes off of us. At that second Mike said "take him" and I squeezed off holding just behind the shoulder.
The bear reared up on its hinds biting and swatting at the spot I hit him, right through both lungs. He began running and when I took my second shot he went into a roll, ass over tea kettle as is said. It was all over very quickly and it was then that I realized how my heart was pounding.
He is a beautiful bear, 8 1/2 feet across the fronts and almost 8 feet nose to tail. His ears are fully 9 inches apart and it looks like the skull will make the BC book according to the compulsory inspection measurements. The hide is a light colour on the head and shoulders with dark legs and huge claws. It is quite old with broken fangs and worn molars.
We brought out the meat and it looks very good. Not sure if we'll go with a life-size mount or not, although everyone who sees it says "ya gotta".
So I feel very satisfied, and at this point have no urge to kill another one. But my hubby says "just give it time and you may be surprised".