mcantar18c
09-20-2011, 00:24
A guy I know (an instructor, took one of his courses) took a bear the other day while hunting, snuck up behind him and he got him with a bow. Freakin badass.
Here's his account of it...
K, out of the woods for the PM. AAR- My buddy bugled a locate to a bull several hundred yards above us. I set up in the brush on the down hill side of him and started to cow call to draw the bull past him. I was kneeling with my attention uphill. I heard a stick crack close to my rear. My bow was leaning against my knees with arrow nocked. I slowly took grasp of it and clicked my release on the string. I started to slowly turn up onto my left knee as I was scanning my eyes to my rear. Half way around my brain registered bear, just as the musty odor hit my nostrils. I went to full draw at the same time the beast registered me. It stepped broadside to me but didn't budge an inch, just stared at me. I loosed the arrow, sticking it through the heart and out the other side. The bear bolted, I dropped the bow, jumped to my feet and drew my .44 Mag. The bear folded up about forty yards away. I don't think the critter initially even recognized my presence. I was rock still, well concealed, and scent free (right up to that point[Tooth])
http://i1192.photobucket.com/albums/aa336/EricPfleger/bear1/bear2011020.jpg
Here's his account of it...
K, out of the woods for the PM. AAR- My buddy bugled a locate to a bull several hundred yards above us. I set up in the brush on the down hill side of him and started to cow call to draw the bull past him. I was kneeling with my attention uphill. I heard a stick crack close to my rear. My bow was leaning against my knees with arrow nocked. I slowly took grasp of it and clicked my release on the string. I started to slowly turn up onto my left knee as I was scanning my eyes to my rear. Half way around my brain registered bear, just as the musty odor hit my nostrils. I went to full draw at the same time the beast registered me. It stepped broadside to me but didn't budge an inch, just stared at me. I loosed the arrow, sticking it through the heart and out the other side. The bear bolted, I dropped the bow, jumped to my feet and drew my .44 Mag. The bear folded up about forty yards away. I don't think the critter initially even recognized my presence. I was rock still, well concealed, and scent free (right up to that point[Tooth])
http://i1192.photobucket.com/albums/aa336/EricPfleger/bear1/bear2011020.jpg