Well our fall season came and went just to darn quick for my liking, let me tell you. We had eighteen days of rain free weather, mind you
one night it looked like it was going to snow. By far the weather and the animals all were better than usual, if that's possible. But not to
get ahead of myself lets start at the beginning shall we. The end of August was rapidly approaching and I just couldn't wait to head out for
our Elk & Bear hunts. There is nothing better than being in the woods in the fall, as the woods seem to come alive with colors and
magical sounds of the animals. As always the labor of putting up camp just seems to be one of love, it goes up very quickly as spirits are
soaring high on the first day. No one gets much sleep on the first night as we burn the midnight oil around the campfire. Everyone has a
story to tell and the warmth of the fire and the crackle of the wood just seems to be the perfect ambiance needed. I helped Larry around
camp then we prepared the gear for the morning trip out, as the elk hunters had an early day ahead of them. I slid into my sleeping bag
and it wasn't long before I drifted off into dream world thinking about a big bear for me this fall. The early morning calmness was rudely
shattered by the alarm clock, as I heard Larry's voice whisper into my ear. YOU COMIN OR STAYIN SNOOZE QUEEN, after a good stretch I
just rolled over and murmured I'm tired. The aroma of coffee and bacon soon drifted through camp, but I fought off the temptation to get
up as I'd rather sleep in, us girls need our beauty rest I'm afraid. Of course it wasn't long after and it was time to get up anyways and put
the coffee on as camp started to come alive. As all camps experience, time just flies by too quickly as before you know it the guys were
back from their morning adventures with stories to tell. Of course I slept in so you just know I missed something good, and you just know
that Larry is going to tell me about it. The video camera was rolling all week as the elk were bugling and pounding the poplars and pine,
and the bears were coming in early on the bait sites and doing what they do best...being clowns. Every evening was filled with the day’s
events as we sat around the campfire eating lunch or dinner telling the heart pounding stories of the day. I love the looks in their eyes as
they tell of the unfolding events as they occurred; their faces light up in a way you just can't describe - priceless. By the end of the week a
gentlemen and his wife went home with a big black and a good size chocolate bear, the elk hunter had chances everyday on elk but just
could get a shot off. That's hunting. But everyone limited out on geese daily.A new hunter was arriving for elk next week, and my bear
spot was really beginning to turn red hot. I was super excited to say the least when we rebated my spot only to see scat as round as my
arms. All of the droppings had a blue color to them, as they were full of Saskatoon’s and acorns. So these bears had not really been on
the bait site for very long as there was no sign of oats in the scat. Even Larry said there are some real big bruisers on that bait site as
there was far too many scat piles to be just one or two bears there. Doesn't seem to be anything but big bears on there.........YAHOOOOO!.
Our first morning came in with zero wind and the air was alive with music as the geese coming off the lakes were headed out to the fields
for the morning. As we slipped through the trees quietly the woods started to breath life as the squirrels and birds went about their
business. The air was disrupted by the sound of Larry's elk tube, it seem to carry off into another province as it echoed across the lake.
You could still hear it softly drifting across the country side, when right out of nowhere a bull blasted his authority right back at us. Yikes; it
made the hair stand right up on the back of your neck let me tell you, as the hunt was on. Our encounter took us off on a morning journey
that took us and kept on right on the edge of our seats, as we got so close we could see this monarch of the big timber. As it started it
ended, but that is elk hunting a journey of ups and downs highs and lows...........But what a rush. On the way back to where the quads
were parked we saw good-sized bear scat almost everywhere, I just couldn't wait to sit in my spot tonight.Well after a monster size lunch
we all decided that a little nap was in order and it sure didn't take long for everyone to drop off into a world of dreams where the big ones
live. I woke up just pumped to go, so I grabbed by bow for a few practice rounds and got my gear up and ready. The guys laughed at me
when I struggled to hook up the trailer to the quad, as I told them we will be needing it for when I shoot my monster bear tonight. I was
worse than a small child patrolling around camp with "Is it time to go yet'. We finally left and worked our way up to my bait site; all I
could think about was smoking a biggin as I just felt it. I stalked in quietly with the anticipation of my big bear with almost every step. I
climbed up into my stand and pulled up my bow as the guys left for their evening elk hunt. I knocked an arrow, hung up my bow and tried
to settle in for the evening. Man I had a hard time sitting still as I was just to pump up for the evening action. I had too close my eyes and
try to just relax, I kept talking to myself saying just be cool and just focus on being quiet. Things were going good till I heard a good snap,
moments later I could hear crunching coming in slowly. Oh Yea it's a bear, it’s a bear, it’s a bear, the crunching kept coming and it's
almost where I can see.... just a tad further. Crap it's a ruff grouse, OH MAN I can't believe I thought that was a bear, come on Rosemary
snap out of it. The rest of the evening was a bust; Larry took my picture as I came out of the stand of pine where I was hunting. I'm not
going to show that picture to anyone ever. Yikes who is that crazed woman, looks like Me? I was super disappointed to say the least, back
at camp during dinner around the fire I never said one word and I retired early that night as I was just drained. I drifted off pretty much
after my head hit the pillow and slept great, with a new day ahead I was ready to go with the guys the next morning with a new out look
on life. We were into elk right out of camp and the action was so good it took my mind off of yesterday’s uneventful evening. On the way
back from our morning’s encounters we saw a big bear headed up towards a ridge that straddles where my bait site is. That got me back
into the frame of mind that I needed to be in, but I am relaxed and focused on what I need to do this evening. We went through the same
routine as the night before, the guys left and I was really calm tonight sitting in the stand. There was all kinds of noises coming from all
directions, it was almost eerie at times but I wasn't rattled............I'm back baby. Time seemed to pass by ever so slowly but the birds and
squirrels kept me entertained for the better part of the evening. Wow I can't believe it two nights in a row skunked, that's just unheard of
for me. The sun slowly started to drop down into the big pine and the woods got very quiet as the coat of darkness fell upon me. I came
down as I could hear the guys coming along the ridge to the backside of me. They were anxious to hear my story and even more shocked
to hear me say I had nothing come in, Larry said you mean just not a shooter...Not even a cub I replied. As luck would have it the guys
again were into elk, and worse they saw two big bears at the end of my ridge while coming for me. OH MAN...What’s with that, on the
way back I was just shaking my head and talking to myself when I spotted a huge bear scat pile with oats in it, guys look at this. Well this
isn't exactly what I had planned for or ever expected either let me tell you. But I was cool as I wasn't going to let this slow me down one
bit, I'll go out in the morning with the guys for elk...that's always good. We sat around the campfire after dinner talking about the day’s
events, even though I had nothing to add to those stories I remained optimistic for tomorrow. Next morning we went a ways to one of our
spike camps for elk, and Larry got a small 4x4 going. Before you know it the bull came right in but behind the shooter and right to me, it
was only three or four yards from me.........OH MAN wish I had my bow and a elk tag. Things calmed down and the bull slowly sauntered
off into the trees. My luck is changing and I'm starting to feel pretty good about tonight, it's going to happen I Know It. On the way out
Larry asked me if I was willing to sit on any of those other stands.........NO WAY BABY. The guys chuckled and we were off, same as every
night so far, except tonight I wanted to walk in by myself. I would take the walkie talkie just encase of What Ever, Larry knows I'm very
careful and I was off. I got the digital camera with me tonight as I just felt something was going to happen for the good. I rounded the
corner and two ruff grouse were on the trail, they just stood there so I got out the camera and walked up to one very slowly and got it's
picture. Right after that I just felt that tonight something is going to happen for sure. I was almost there by the small lake and beaver dam
when I look down the trail, and there is a Canada goose all by it's self. Well out came the camera and I walked up real slowly and took
it's picture as well. This is great; I'm off to a flying start tonight and my confidence is soaring right now, I can just feel it...tonight's the
night. I sat there as quiet as a church mouse, minutes turned to hours and hours turned into darkness. Crap! Nothing again, that's three
nights now in a row now and nothing. It started off so promising to, I was sure tonight was the night. As I was sneaking out I kept
wondering if the guys saw any more bears, I SURE HOPE NOT. We all met on the trail and the guys were, SO... SO... SO, As I smiled they
both looked at each other and yelled BIGGIN. I laughed right out loud...SKUNKED AGAIN, what No Way, Yea Way. We all laughed and
headed back to the quads, of course I asked them how it went and they had two bulls going in close but ran out of light in the big timber.
Back in camp eating dinner around the campfire I asked them if they saw anything else. There was dead silence for a second or two, and
I'm asking SO...SO...SO...NOW WAY...AGAIN COME ON. Larry said they decided to wait at a favorite honey hole for a while to see if they
might have some bulls come in. They were sitting on the ground with the wind in their face when Larry spotted something move out of
the corner of his eye. He whispered don't move a muscle, our hunter thought it must be elk coming in. Wrong, it was a VERY BIG jet, jet
black bear; we call those Coal Black Bears, as they have no other markings. I asked how close was he; Larry said maybe six feet and he
never knew we were there, as he went up the ridge to where there are acorns. Of course guess who had the camera...yep me, as they
didn't take out the video camera as it looked like rain which of course never happened. Well the next morning we were out elk hunting
and just happened to get into three bulls right across from my bait site. Those bulls were just screaming and we just kept getting closer
and closer and closer, finally we could see one then another one. This was a herd bull with two satellite bulls on either side of him, within
about five minutes Larry had a beautiful big 5x5 at fifty yards and closing fast from the side. In just seconds the bull pushed right through
the pine browse and into the slue grass where we were standing. Larry and myself dropped right to the ground as our shooter dropped to
one knee, that bull was looking right into the sun with the wind in our face. He couldn't see us clearly and turned to re-enter the pine,
three times Larry turned him and pulled him out with his calls. The bull was beginning to really get worked up now as water was running
from both his nose and mouth. The bull walked right out and walked a crossing path right to us; he tilted his head back with his mouth
open and let fly with a guttural growl. Larry cut him off with his own call and the bull turned broadside at twenty yards, all I heard then
was a ZIP...WACK. I never saw where the arrow hit but Larry said back and high, and not were you want to be. If its one thing you never
want to be is high on any animal, we waited for an hour before we walked up just to see where he hit it for blood sign. We marked the
spot and took a GPS reading and left as we will give that bull some time and see what happens later this evening. As we left for the
evening Larry asked me if I wanted to try something a little different, how about from the ground like when the both of us were elk
hunting a few years back when I shot a 450lb black bear at 13 yards from the ground. All by myself I asked; Yep we made a bit of a ground
blind there were two trees fell, you can shoot from underneath just a bit back into it. We will go with you and then pick you up as we are
going to look for that elk. I got into that make shift ground blind which was really quite nice, just cleaned up a few branches and swept
the ground right down to the earth. I knocked an arrow and leaned it up against the tree and waited. NO I DIDN'T SHOOT ONE...Wait till
I'm finished telling the story you guys...LOL. I heard something in the ridge above me but I wasn't sure what it was as I could see it clearly
but just saw movement. As the sun started to set I started to lose my light so I decided to sneak out to the edge for a look. I didn't want to
spook anything in there so I crossed over to the other side where there was an island of trees. I really didn't expect to shoot anything so I
put my gear away and got out the camera. By the time I pulled the camera out of my pack there was a Big Bear standing on my side
coming right at me, he slowly screwed around out in the opening for a while and then turned and walked by me at about 75 yards and
went right into were the blind was. Finally I saw a Bear, well no doubt I'm going back in there tomorrow for a chance at him or another
one. The guys didn't have much luck finding the elk as the blood trail went a long ways and petered out. The guys decided everybody
gets to sleep in and tomorrow evening they will look one more time for that bull, while I come back here. I was excited and I was a little
nervous about being on the ground All By Myself, but the guys kept telling me I would be fine...besides I have the walkie talkie. Well I
tipped toed my way into that pine grove very slowly and quietly, got my gear out and settled my self up for the evenings hunt. I have to
admit I was a little nervous for a while, but as the evening progressed I calmed down. I just sat there and looked around taking in all of
the fall colors, as they are so beautiful this time of year. I had a squirrel come in behind me slow close on the tree that was overhead I
could hear him breathing above me. A while later a flock of Canada's flew right over me headed for the lake, they were so low I could
hear the whistle of the air through their wings. Things calmed down for a while and the area was very quiet, then suddenly I heard an elk
bugle off in the distance. I strained to hear him again but it was faint as he was moving away, then right out of nowhere to my side an owl
swooped right in front of me. My heart skipped a beat for just a second or two that sure got my blood moving again. Then it got quiet
again in which seemed like forever, I was beginning to think maybe I'm just to spoil of having it always go my way and this will just be
one of those seasons. I was just thinking about going to the edge for a look when ...YEP.... Crunch...Crunch...Crunch from over my left
shoulder and I can't move to look...Crunch...Crunch...Crunch it's almost out of the hazel brush.... Just a tad bit more...Crunch...Crunch...
CRAP ANOTHER RUFF GROUSE! My poor little heart was pounding pretty well and I was almost going to scream I was so mad. When I
looked ahead and there was a Bear standing there right out of thin air, he just kind of looked around and then started walking RIGHT TO
WARDS ME. 20yds...15yds...10yds...5yds he stopped right there and sniffed the ground then pawed at the ground there.
one night it looked like it was going to snow. By far the weather and the animals all were better than usual, if that's possible. But not to
get ahead of myself lets start at the beginning shall we. The end of August was rapidly approaching and I just couldn't wait to head out for
our Elk & Bear hunts. There is nothing better than being in the woods in the fall, as the woods seem to come alive with colors and
magical sounds of the animals. As always the labor of putting up camp just seems to be one of love, it goes up very quickly as spirits are
soaring high on the first day. No one gets much sleep on the first night as we burn the midnight oil around the campfire. Everyone has a
story to tell and the warmth of the fire and the crackle of the wood just seems to be the perfect ambiance needed. I helped Larry around
camp then we prepared the gear for the morning trip out, as the elk hunters had an early day ahead of them. I slid into my sleeping bag
and it wasn't long before I drifted off into dream world thinking about a big bear for me this fall. The early morning calmness was rudely
shattered by the alarm clock, as I heard Larry's voice whisper into my ear. YOU COMIN OR STAYIN SNOOZE QUEEN, after a good stretch I
just rolled over and murmured I'm tired. The aroma of coffee and bacon soon drifted through camp, but I fought off the temptation to get
up as I'd rather sleep in, us girls need our beauty rest I'm afraid. Of course it wasn't long after and it was time to get up anyways and put
the coffee on as camp started to come alive. As all camps experience, time just flies by too quickly as before you know it the guys were
back from their morning adventures with stories to tell. Of course I slept in so you just know I missed something good, and you just know
that Larry is going to tell me about it. The video camera was rolling all week as the elk were bugling and pounding the poplars and pine,
and the bears were coming in early on the bait sites and doing what they do best...being clowns. Every evening was filled with the day’s
events as we sat around the campfire eating lunch or dinner telling the heart pounding stories of the day. I love the looks in their eyes as
they tell of the unfolding events as they occurred; their faces light up in a way you just can't describe - priceless. By the end of the week a
gentlemen and his wife went home with a big black and a good size chocolate bear, the elk hunter had chances everyday on elk but just
could get a shot off. That's hunting. But everyone limited out on geese daily.A new hunter was arriving for elk next week, and my bear
spot was really beginning to turn red hot. I was super excited to say the least when we rebated my spot only to see scat as round as my
arms. All of the droppings had a blue color to them, as they were full of Saskatoon’s and acorns. So these bears had not really been on
the bait site for very long as there was no sign of oats in the scat. Even Larry said there are some real big bruisers on that bait site as
there was far too many scat piles to be just one or two bears there. Doesn't seem to be anything but big bears on there.........YAHOOOOO!.
Our first morning came in with zero wind and the air was alive with music as the geese coming off the lakes were headed out to the fields
for the morning. As we slipped through the trees quietly the woods started to breath life as the squirrels and birds went about their
business. The air was disrupted by the sound of Larry's elk tube, it seem to carry off into another province as it echoed across the lake.
You could still hear it softly drifting across the country side, when right out of nowhere a bull blasted his authority right back at us. Yikes; it
made the hair stand right up on the back of your neck let me tell you, as the hunt was on. Our encounter took us off on a morning journey
that took us and kept on right on the edge of our seats, as we got so close we could see this monarch of the big timber. As it started it
ended, but that is elk hunting a journey of ups and downs highs and lows...........But what a rush. On the way back to where the quads
were parked we saw good-sized bear scat almost everywhere, I just couldn't wait to sit in my spot tonight.Well after a monster size lunch
we all decided that a little nap was in order and it sure didn't take long for everyone to drop off into a world of dreams where the big ones
live. I woke up just pumped to go, so I grabbed by bow for a few practice rounds and got my gear up and ready. The guys laughed at me
when I struggled to hook up the trailer to the quad, as I told them we will be needing it for when I shoot my monster bear tonight. I was
worse than a small child patrolling around camp with "Is it time to go yet'. We finally left and worked our way up to my bait site; all I
could think about was smoking a biggin as I just felt it. I stalked in quietly with the anticipation of my big bear with almost every step. I
climbed up into my stand and pulled up my bow as the guys left for their evening elk hunt. I knocked an arrow, hung up my bow and tried
to settle in for the evening. Man I had a hard time sitting still as I was just to pump up for the evening action. I had too close my eyes and
try to just relax, I kept talking to myself saying just be cool and just focus on being quiet. Things were going good till I heard a good snap,
moments later I could hear crunching coming in slowly. Oh Yea it's a bear, it’s a bear, it’s a bear, the crunching kept coming and it's
almost where I can see.... just a tad further. Crap it's a ruff grouse, OH MAN I can't believe I thought that was a bear, come on Rosemary
snap out of it. The rest of the evening was a bust; Larry took my picture as I came out of the stand of pine where I was hunting. I'm not
going to show that picture to anyone ever. Yikes who is that crazed woman, looks like Me? I was super disappointed to say the least, back
at camp during dinner around the fire I never said one word and I retired early that night as I was just drained. I drifted off pretty much
after my head hit the pillow and slept great, with a new day ahead I was ready to go with the guys the next morning with a new out look
on life. We were into elk right out of camp and the action was so good it took my mind off of yesterday’s uneventful evening. On the way
back from our morning’s encounters we saw a big bear headed up towards a ridge that straddles where my bait site is. That got me back
into the frame of mind that I needed to be in, but I am relaxed and focused on what I need to do this evening. We went through the same
routine as the night before, the guys left and I was really calm tonight sitting in the stand. There was all kinds of noises coming from all
directions, it was almost eerie at times but I wasn't rattled............I'm back baby. Time seemed to pass by ever so slowly but the birds and
squirrels kept me entertained for the better part of the evening. Wow I can't believe it two nights in a row skunked, that's just unheard of
for me. The sun slowly started to drop down into the big pine and the woods got very quiet as the coat of darkness fell upon me. I came
down as I could hear the guys coming along the ridge to the backside of me. They were anxious to hear my story and even more shocked
to hear me say I had nothing come in, Larry said you mean just not a shooter...Not even a cub I replied. As luck would have it the guys
again were into elk, and worse they saw two big bears at the end of my ridge while coming for me. OH MAN...What’s with that, on the
way back I was just shaking my head and talking to myself when I spotted a huge bear scat pile with oats in it, guys look at this. Well this
isn't exactly what I had planned for or ever expected either let me tell you. But I was cool as I wasn't going to let this slow me down one
bit, I'll go out in the morning with the guys for elk...that's always good. We sat around the campfire after dinner talking about the day’s
events, even though I had nothing to add to those stories I remained optimistic for tomorrow. Next morning we went a ways to one of our
spike camps for elk, and Larry got a small 4x4 going. Before you know it the bull came right in but behind the shooter and right to me, it
was only three or four yards from me.........OH MAN wish I had my bow and a elk tag. Things calmed down and the bull slowly sauntered
off into the trees. My luck is changing and I'm starting to feel pretty good about tonight, it's going to happen I Know It. On the way out
Larry asked me if I was willing to sit on any of those other stands.........NO WAY BABY. The guys chuckled and we were off, same as every
night so far, except tonight I wanted to walk in by myself. I would take the walkie talkie just encase of What Ever, Larry knows I'm very
careful and I was off. I got the digital camera with me tonight as I just felt something was going to happen for the good. I rounded the
corner and two ruff grouse were on the trail, they just stood there so I got out the camera and walked up to one very slowly and got it's
picture. Right after that I just felt that tonight something is going to happen for sure. I was almost there by the small lake and beaver dam
when I look down the trail, and there is a Canada goose all by it's self. Well out came the camera and I walked up real slowly and took
it's picture as well. This is great; I'm off to a flying start tonight and my confidence is soaring right now, I can just feel it...tonight's the
night. I sat there as quiet as a church mouse, minutes turned to hours and hours turned into darkness. Crap! Nothing again, that's three
nights now in a row now and nothing. It started off so promising to, I was sure tonight was the night. As I was sneaking out I kept
wondering if the guys saw any more bears, I SURE HOPE NOT. We all met on the trail and the guys were, SO... SO... SO, As I smiled they
both looked at each other and yelled BIGGIN. I laughed right out loud...SKUNKED AGAIN, what No Way, Yea Way. We all laughed and
headed back to the quads, of course I asked them how it went and they had two bulls going in close but ran out of light in the big timber.
Back in camp eating dinner around the campfire I asked them if they saw anything else. There was dead silence for a second or two, and
I'm asking SO...SO...SO...NOW WAY...AGAIN COME ON. Larry said they decided to wait at a favorite honey hole for a while to see if they
might have some bulls come in. They were sitting on the ground with the wind in their face when Larry spotted something move out of
the corner of his eye. He whispered don't move a muscle, our hunter thought it must be elk coming in. Wrong, it was a VERY BIG jet, jet
black bear; we call those Coal Black Bears, as they have no other markings. I asked how close was he; Larry said maybe six feet and he
never knew we were there, as he went up the ridge to where there are acorns. Of course guess who had the camera...yep me, as they
didn't take out the video camera as it looked like rain which of course never happened. Well the next morning we were out elk hunting
and just happened to get into three bulls right across from my bait site. Those bulls were just screaming and we just kept getting closer
and closer and closer, finally we could see one then another one. This was a herd bull with two satellite bulls on either side of him, within
about five minutes Larry had a beautiful big 5x5 at fifty yards and closing fast from the side. In just seconds the bull pushed right through
the pine browse and into the slue grass where we were standing. Larry and myself dropped right to the ground as our shooter dropped to
one knee, that bull was looking right into the sun with the wind in our face. He couldn't see us clearly and turned to re-enter the pine,
three times Larry turned him and pulled him out with his calls. The bull was beginning to really get worked up now as water was running
from both his nose and mouth. The bull walked right out and walked a crossing path right to us; he tilted his head back with his mouth
open and let fly with a guttural growl. Larry cut him off with his own call and the bull turned broadside at twenty yards, all I heard then
was a ZIP...WACK. I never saw where the arrow hit but Larry said back and high, and not were you want to be. If its one thing you never
want to be is high on any animal, we waited for an hour before we walked up just to see where he hit it for blood sign. We marked the
spot and took a GPS reading and left as we will give that bull some time and see what happens later this evening. As we left for the
evening Larry asked me if I wanted to try something a little different, how about from the ground like when the both of us were elk
hunting a few years back when I shot a 450lb black bear at 13 yards from the ground. All by myself I asked; Yep we made a bit of a ground
blind there were two trees fell, you can shoot from underneath just a bit back into it. We will go with you and then pick you up as we are
going to look for that elk. I got into that make shift ground blind which was really quite nice, just cleaned up a few branches and swept
the ground right down to the earth. I knocked an arrow and leaned it up against the tree and waited. NO I DIDN'T SHOOT ONE...Wait till
I'm finished telling the story you guys...LOL. I heard something in the ridge above me but I wasn't sure what it was as I could see it clearly
but just saw movement. As the sun started to set I started to lose my light so I decided to sneak out to the edge for a look. I didn't want to
spook anything in there so I crossed over to the other side where there was an island of trees. I really didn't expect to shoot anything so I
put my gear away and got out the camera. By the time I pulled the camera out of my pack there was a Big Bear standing on my side
coming right at me, he slowly screwed around out in the opening for a while and then turned and walked by me at about 75 yards and
went right into were the blind was. Finally I saw a Bear, well no doubt I'm going back in there tomorrow for a chance at him or another
one. The guys didn't have much luck finding the elk as the blood trail went a long ways and petered out. The guys decided everybody
gets to sleep in and tomorrow evening they will look one more time for that bull, while I come back here. I was excited and I was a little
nervous about being on the ground All By Myself, but the guys kept telling me I would be fine...besides I have the walkie talkie. Well I
tipped toed my way into that pine grove very slowly and quietly, got my gear out and settled my self up for the evenings hunt. I have to
admit I was a little nervous for a while, but as the evening progressed I calmed down. I just sat there and looked around taking in all of
the fall colors, as they are so beautiful this time of year. I had a squirrel come in behind me slow close on the tree that was overhead I
could hear him breathing above me. A while later a flock of Canada's flew right over me headed for the lake, they were so low I could
hear the whistle of the air through their wings. Things calmed down for a while and the area was very quiet, then suddenly I heard an elk
bugle off in the distance. I strained to hear him again but it was faint as he was moving away, then right out of nowhere to my side an owl
swooped right in front of me. My heart skipped a beat for just a second or two that sure got my blood moving again. Then it got quiet
again in which seemed like forever, I was beginning to think maybe I'm just to spoil of having it always go my way and this will just be
one of those seasons. I was just thinking about going to the edge for a look when ...YEP.... Crunch...Crunch...Crunch from over my left
shoulder and I can't move to look...Crunch...Crunch...Crunch it's almost out of the hazel brush.... Just a tad bit more...Crunch...Crunch...
CRAP ANOTHER RUFF GROUSE! My poor little heart was pounding pretty well and I was almost going to scream I was so mad. When I
looked ahead and there was a Bear standing there right out of thin air, he just kind of looked around and then started walking RIGHT TO
WARDS ME. 20yds...15yds...10yds...5yds he stopped right there and sniffed the ground then pawed at the ground there.
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