I saw that and just went and read it. Thanks. I use a 338 with 250 Nosler handloads for lots of my hunting. One thing I noticed was how much your hunt cost. Wow! I don't know if you're interested in Africa, but you can do Africa for a lot less and take several animals.
Where in BC were you? I live less than two miles from BC, but I'm sure you were way north of where I am.
Thanks again for taking the time to write that great story.
I was hunting in the Purcell Wilderness Conservancy Park and west of the town of Canal Flats. It is almost straight north of the east edge of Idaho. I went up through Eureka, Montana about 130 miles into Canada as the road ran.
I thought about Africa but that grizzly hunt was a lifetime dream of mine. I remember seeing a couple when I was very young when we went to Yellowstone at the garbage dump but when I saw the one in my story I really just sat there in amazement of it even with it being 500+ yards away. Even when it would turn and I could see the silver tips of the hairs on its back I felt like a kid seeing his first Christmas. There is just something about those bears that just may draw me back someday.
I know what ya mean about seeing the griz. About ten years ago, I went moose hunting in Alaska. I was fortunate enough to take a nice bull on my first day out. A day later, we went back through that area and found where a grizzly had covered the gut pile. The place looked like it had been hit with a D-8 dozer. It was unbelievable. Then the next day as we were 4-wheeling down a small trail near the same area, we saw the bear standing in the road in front of us. We got some great footage of him and I know exactly what you mean by creating a memory. None of us had (two out-of-staters and two locals) a grizzly tag so we let the boy go. Wow, what an experience. Just standing in the area where he had burried the gut pile raised the hair on the back of my neck. We did end up getting two more moose on that trip. THAT WAS A GREAT HUNTING TRIP!!!!!
In the darkness, the hunter stumbles through the underbrush, making noise and leaving his scent seemingly EVERYWHERE!
Daylight will be here in 30 minutes and he wanted to be in the stand an hour before daylight.
"I know I left that stand RIGHT in this area last night," he mutters under his breath, "but where is it now?"
He traipses back and forth in a zig zag pattern, getting himself overheated and sweaty, but never finding the stand he left there the previous evening – and eventually sits on a...