My brother killed a bear with a rifle about ten years ago, hasn't hunted in 5 years and last month missed a bear with his new bow.
This weekend while elk hunting he heard one bear and saw another. He called me and asked if I was coming up. I told him no. Then a couple hours later I decided to go. I was planning on hunting about a 1/2 hour from him, then hooking up after dark.
He was on a logging grade and watched the bear feed about 100 yards away. He watched as it fed on stumps, leaves and even watched it roll on it's back and feed on berries. It continued to feed towards my brother and when he ranged it at 45 yards he realized "I may have a chance".
My brother never left his position on the grade and the bear continued towards him. At 23 yards the bear was walking head on to my brother.....real close, but no shot. Then the bear turned 180 degrees, nothing but a Texas heart shot. Now my brother is thinking "I'm screwed". The bear was at 25 yards and stopped. My brother came to full draw and the bear turned slightly to the left. Pins are on the shoulder, move to the right behind the ribs ... he let fly and watched the arrow bury to the fletching.
The bear growled, bit and spun all at once. Then "tried" to get going, but really couldn't. My brother watched as the bear went about 30 yards. The arrow pierced the heart.
I was actually on my way to a fav spot when I got the call. "Where are you?.....Do you have your game cart?......I got a bear!" I pulled over to get better reception and he tells me that he is not sure exactly where he is. He gives the best directions and I head back 30 miles the way I came.
As I pulled up to a cross road, I set up my cart, grabbed my rifle and off in the distance I could see my brother walking out.
After retelling some of the story, a friend pulled up. He thought he could get in another way so off he went as we took off with the cart.
After photos and field dressing we had to drag it about 30 yards through the cut. We used a belt around it’s neck and both of us pulled. We made a few feet each pull. Then we had to go about 20 feet up a dirt/rock slope to get to the grade. Two guys pulled from the head while I lifted the rear.
The weather had been great, but as soon as we got it to the grade it started to rain, then pour only as it can in the Rain Forest of the Pacific NW. We took the bear to our friend’s cedar shake mill and hung it up on the forklift. We skinned the bear and I did the face so he can do a rug or mount.
I got with him at about 6pm and we finished at 2 am. The 5 am alarm came quick.
This bear weighed 245 lbs field dressed, if we give him 30 lbs for guts he would go 275 lbs. The front pad was 4 ¾ inches across. The hide squared 6 foot and the skull green score is 18 10/16.
In one side...
Out the other.