Brad’s almost bear continued.
After Brad blowing it on the “sure thing” the second morning of our three day hunt, we were all pretty bummed out. I even had my wife criticizing me for not “backing Brad up!” I didn’t even know my wife knew what a “backup” was, when it comes to hunting. Hey, I thought it was a “done deal” which just goes to show that you better not have him skinned and on the wall, before you pull the trigger, or release the string!
Anyway Brad wanted me to accompany him to the little hill side shanty for the evenings hunt, and I figured he may need “big brother” along, for moral support, just in case he got another chance at a bear. You’d have to know my little brother, to really understand his thinking about sitting in a rickety, bug infested blind, bordering a dark bear infested swamp. I loved being there, but I’m not so sure about him!
We had no sooner settled in, when Brad brought out the deck of cards he brought along, with a bag of candy. Back then Brad always took a bunch of “goodies with him wherever he went. The blind had a little ledge for shells, binoculars, ect. so we used that for our nickel dime tonk game. We had our 30-06’s propped up on either side of us, and Brad was blowing bubbles with the wad of “double bubble” he had crammed in his mouth. Brad was feeling pretty good about himself, cause he was into me for about a buck fifty, when all of a sudden I caught movement down by the creek! I told Brad not to make any sudden movements, as I pulled my Remington up, and pointed it toward the movement. My 3-power Bushnell verified it was indeed a black bear circling to our right. Without taking my eyes off the bruin I instructed Brad to get his gun ready. This bear looked like a shooter, and was quite cautious as he approached the meat scraps. He was coming straight in at us, and at about 50 yards he stopped, and stared straight in our direction. Still, without taking my cross hairs of the bears chest, I whispered to Brad to take him, just below the chin, centered on the chest. I waited for the report of Brad’s gun, and I waited! The bear was getting nervous, as I threw a glance Brad’s way, only to see his gun still leaning against the wall, and his jaw dropped down to his belt buckle! In my mind I thought “Ok Brad you had your chance again, now it’s time to close the deal!” When my gun went off Brad jumped a mile, but the bear “dropped” where it stood. No kicking, no death moan, no nothing, just dead. That’s the kind of tracking job I like. Why even little brother Brad could find this bear, that should of been his anyway. And that’s the truth, or at least awful close to it!
Mike
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