Well, I'm back and in one piece from the grizzly hunt in British Colombia. The hunt was fantastic except for the fact that I didn't get a grizzly but I did get a small black bear. For some reason the bears were staying in the dark timber and we saw very few venture out into the open. We did see a black bear every day but only one grizzly and he was a little too far away for a good shot. The day after we saw him there was a elk just a little bit further away and I then knew that I could of made the shot on the grizzly but I was glad that I didn't. You don't want to have to track a mad bear into that timber if the shot isn't perfect.
On my black bear we spotted him in the same clearing that the grizzly would eventual come into. We watched a bear for about 30 minutes and then he started to head down the hill to a larger clearing. A few minutes later a bear popped out and started across the slide. The guide and I figured that he was the same bear that we had been watching so we set up for a shot. Brent (the guide) ranged him at 318 yards as he walked across the slide. He got to a area that we had been sitting in a couple of days earlier and got wind of what we left. He then started back across the slide and I figured that it was now or never so when he finally stopped I took the shot. Brent was talking on the radio when I shot and even the others back in camp herd the whoomp after the shot and figured that it was a good hit. But the bear was gone into the dark timber.
So to make a long story short we didn't find him until the next day and he was the wrong bear, but more of that when I write up the whole story.
We did see a lot of goats, actually more of them than any other animal up there. The ride of 23 miles in and out was a experience for someone that hasn't been on a horse in over 25 years but I survived.