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Glocking for Bears: part II

19 Jul

*Look for a version of this story to be published in an upcoming issue of Bear Hunting Magazine!

I always am mesmerized by the pads of a predator and take the time to study them...almost like some sort of Palm Reader would analyze someone's "life line". I can't help but wonder what trails have been trod and how many miles had been laid down in this bear's 15-20 year estimated years.

I always am mesmerized by the pads of a predator and take the time to study them…almost like some sort of Palm Reader would analyze someone’s “life line”. I can’t help but wonder what trails have been trod and how many miles had been laid down in this bear’s 15-20  estimated years. A quick note on field judging bears, based on the size of their pads: measure across the pad and then add one inch to equal what the bear would square. This bear’s pads almost measured six inches across, which jived perfectly…as the bear squared over six feet.

There is a saying that “every dog will have his day” and this most certainly applies to hunting. If you spend enough time in the woods, you are bound to experience an “epic” encounter at some point. A few weeks back, my number was apparently up to be thrown a bone and I was to experience one of these “epic encounters”.

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The joys and pains of opening day.

2 Sep

The sun sets on another opening day.

Day 1.

Today at work, I couldn’t sit still…couldn’t concentrate. Everyone kept asking me if I’d “had too much sugar”…”had too much coffee”… “why are you so hyper?” At first I really didn’t have an answer for them, but as the day drew on and I couldn’t sit still in my seat…it started to become very clear why I was so amped…today was opening day! Yep, a quick glance on the calendar followed up by letting my cursor hover over the clock on my computer monitor confirmed it: September 1st! This was no time to be stuck behind a computer and a desk!

My preparation had started months in advance; with intense workouts, running to work, making gear lists, confirming plans, making scouting trips…shooting my bows, shooting my Glock 20. And now all of the anticipation, the anxiousness and preparation collided with the hard wall of reality. It was game day!

Gear check roll call: Sitka Gear Merino Core Zip-T and Shooter glove. Bowtech Destroyer 340. Trophy Taker Smackdown rest. HHA Optimizer Lite sight. Carbon Express Mayhem Hunter 350; Blazer Vanes and for broadheads Magnus Stinger-Buzzcut 100 gr. 4-blade. This all equals a deadly combo.

I hurried after getting off of work as much as I could. I had to jet home and get my gear together, change my clothes and buy my Deer and Elk tags…yes I left that to the very last, possible minute…!By the time I had tags in hand and was heading to my area; it was getting down to last couple hours of light. Once I arrived at the gated road marking the acres of Timber Company land I planned to hunt; I saw that someone had beat me there. Normally this may have soured things for me; especially getting such a late start. But today, all I could think about was “this was it!” After all, the area is plenty big enough to share and I doubted few people knew it  quite like I did. I wasn’t more than 100 hundred yards from my truck when true excitement began to set in. I was greeted by a small troupe of Hen Turkeys; with their odd popping noises once they realized I might not belong to their group. Almost simultaneously I spotted fresh Elk tracks and caught a whiff of the harsh, musky scent…yes, the unmistakable smell of rutting ELk urine! you would have thought it was some sort of designer perfume worn by a super model, by the effect it instantly had on me. I quickly snapped out of my elk-stupor once the reality of elk season not being open for five more days was remembered. Getting  back to the task at hand, I was in the middle of an internal debate on what I “would and wouldn’t shoot on opening day”; when a sudden, backhand of reality hit me with a sharp pulling sensation, reminding me a little like packing tape being ripped off a package…but inside my lower, right leg. I had just renewed an injury that I had sustained a couple of weeks prior, while running.

THIS CANNOT be happening! Not now! I screamed inside my head; as I caught my balance with a painful jolt. I couldn’t belive it! Last year it was a major sinus infection and Vertigo that kept me from my backcountry hunt over Labor Day weekend…and now just days before Elk season I go and do THIS! I quickly decided to not let this ruin my evening. And chose to take the low road…which conseqently was probably the route chosen by the owner of the jeep, that was parked almost touching the gate.

After wincing my way back down the mountain; I arrived at the old logging road I had opted to still hunt. I slowly worked my way along, pausing often to listen; hoping that maybe I would hear the challenging, shrill bugle of a love-sick bull. That is always the cherry on any outdoor outing for me.It wasn’t long, when I came around a bend in the road and caught a glimpse of an older Gentleman, with a scoped rifle in the crook of his arm. Something else that would send me into instant irritation on a different date; didn’t affect me more than to make me a little quizzical. I stopped an waited for him; when he was within hearing distance of low tones I whispered: “Bear hunting?” He nodded the affirmative. This is one little anomaly of the Washington hunting seasons; you will often encounter a camo clad, rifle touting bear hunter…during archery season! The old guy turned out to be all right and he seemed content to chat about his hunting exploits and what he’d seen on his jaunt through the woods on this day. Listening to his accent; I judged him to have originated somewhere near Arkansas and he displayed the easy-going way of someone originating possibly from “down south”. After a time; I shook his hand and we parted ways. I finished the afternoon with a spectacular sunset and the spooking of a doe. Well, this opening day wasn’t a total bust, I thought to myself as I limped back to my truck. Now to suffer through another day of work tomorrow…!