My two hunting partners and I went out black bear hunting Saturday evening in Willow, Alaska. I was dropped off at my bait station first (we canoe in) at around 6 p.m. and we planned on meeting back up at 0100hrs on Sunday morning.
It was a calm evening not much action going on besides the squirrels and birds picking at my bait. Then I had a small 4 1/2 foot blackie come in at 2130hrs, which I let pass. He stuck around for five minutes checking the area out eating a few pieces of bread here and there and then decided he had enough and took off. The rest of the evening was uneventful and then at 0050hrs it happened...
I hunt about 50 yards off a lake and I heard what sounded like canoe oars brushing through the water. My first thoughts were my friends are coming to pick me up since it was getting close to 0100hrs. Next, I heard some branches snapping and something moving through the brush heading my way so I packed my gear, lowered my bow, and climbed down my ladder stand. Once on the ground I pulled my 44.mag and started to walk towards the lake to meet them halfway. Now, that sound of something moving through the woods it changed directions to my immediate left coming from the alder bushes. At this time I'm questioning if it's my buddies, so I whistle... No response back, I'm thinking OH SH$T this is not good!
I look to my left and 15 yards away from me I see a brown head and body pop out of the alders. I looked at it and screamed GET OUT OF HERE BEAR! He didn't budge; he lowered his head and bounded towards me! I raised my 44 and fired at his head. He stopped dead in his tracks; I'm thinking to myself did I hit it? But all the bear did was stop, it did not give any indication that it was struck but what it did do next was charge again. So I bladed my body and thought I need to get back in my tree stand which was 8 yards behind me. While retreating I fired two more rounds at it, he stopped again. I made it to my ladder and never climbed up it so fast in my life. Once at the top, I looked down and saw him eating a pile of skittles like nothing ever happened. I continued to shout at him for a few minutes while he ate and when he was done he slowly went back into the woods. When my friends finally did arrived we combed the area for any sign of blood. We found nothing...
I'm both relieved and a little concerned at the same time. Relieved because I didn't wound or kill the beast, but at the same time 15 yards away and I missed with three shots. Just an excuse to get some range time I guess...
It was a calm evening not much action going on besides the squirrels and birds picking at my bait. Then I had a small 4 1/2 foot blackie come in at 2130hrs, which I let pass. He stuck around for five minutes checking the area out eating a few pieces of bread here and there and then decided he had enough and took off. The rest of the evening was uneventful and then at 0050hrs it happened...
I hunt about 50 yards off a lake and I heard what sounded like canoe oars brushing through the water. My first thoughts were my friends are coming to pick me up since it was getting close to 0100hrs. Next, I heard some branches snapping and something moving through the brush heading my way so I packed my gear, lowered my bow, and climbed down my ladder stand. Once on the ground I pulled my 44.mag and started to walk towards the lake to meet them halfway. Now, that sound of something moving through the woods it changed directions to my immediate left coming from the alder bushes. At this time I'm questioning if it's my buddies, so I whistle... No response back, I'm thinking OH SH$T this is not good!
I look to my left and 15 yards away from me I see a brown head and body pop out of the alders. I looked at it and screamed GET OUT OF HERE BEAR! He didn't budge; he lowered his head and bounded towards me! I raised my 44 and fired at his head. He stopped dead in his tracks; I'm thinking to myself did I hit it? But all the bear did was stop, it did not give any indication that it was struck but what it did do next was charge again. So I bladed my body and thought I need to get back in my tree stand which was 8 yards behind me. While retreating I fired two more rounds at it, he stopped again. I made it to my ladder and never climbed up it so fast in my life. Once at the top, I looked down and saw him eating a pile of skittles like nothing ever happened. I continued to shout at him for a few minutes while he ate and when he was done he slowly went back into the woods. When my friends finally did arrived we combed the area for any sign of blood. We found nothing...
I'm both relieved and a little concerned at the same time. Relieved because I didn't wound or kill the beast, but at the same time 15 yards away and I missed with three shots. Just an excuse to get some range time I guess...