Ugly Sauce
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The AirLite was not the only one making meat this weekend. The Jeager made meat and fur. ! It's a long story, but this bear was coming into the camp down the road from me, getting in their kitchen, (they were tent camping with an outside kitchen) and just being really bold. They could hardly scare it off yelling and banging a shovel on the rocks. Anyhow, they told me all this in the afternoon as I passed their camp, heading back for mine. I told them that, yeah, I was looking for a bear. It was actually the first day of muzzle loading deer season.
So, I get back to camp, and soon there's a knock on the door, and the Lady says: "the bear is back". I throw on my pistol belt and grab the Jeager, and head down there thinking the bear is in the vicinity, but there it is coming up this steep little slope that goes down to the crick from their camp. Bear just stands there staring at us, I get in a sitting position to shoot but then there's bush in my way. Move to a better spot and bear turns around and very slowly goes back down the slope.
One of the guys has his 12 gauge pump gun so I'm like, let's go down there and either shoot it or chase it off. We go down and the bear let's us walk almost right up to it, but there's a big rock in the way. At this point it's like "this is a nuisance bear we NEED to shoot it". (I was hoping to get a much larger bear) It starts to slowly walk off, the guy says "hey bear", and it turns enough to give me a quartering shot, and I took it.
However, like a fool I set my set-trigger and she went off a little early, and my shot went a bit far back, or in other words I gut-shot it. It dropped like a "rock". Started bawling, and then crawled a bit and rolled into the brush. It then got up and went across the crick, and into the really heavy brush.
Anyhow, so we tracked the blood trail for a bit until it stopped, often on our hands and knees, yes, into the brush looking for a wounded bear. The blood trail stopped so while the shotgun guy and his dad were looking for blood I headed for where I thought it might have gone. This is getting long! Well I found it up a little slope going back up the other side of the crick, and had to shoot it two more times to kill it. The brush was so heavy that it was hard to get a good shot even at close range. That bear just didn't want to die. The last killing shot was at about six yards, and it still crawled about six of seven yards before it croaked. !!! Wow. Super Bear. We are talking .600" ball over 110 grains of Swiss here.
Crawling through brush, looking for wounded bears, it don't get better than that!
The Jeager performed like a champ, and says: "Thanks for listening". !!!