"A Fantastic Day for Everyone!"

On Sunday my son summed the day up 100% correctly.  He said: What a fantastic day for everyone.  I made some money, dad and "J" caught their limit fishing and you shot a bear (as well as shenanigans at Telegraph Cove with G & K)!

I did indeed shoot a bear......my first.  A small one by "man standards".  I know this because it did not exceed 500 lbs and every male on the planet made a comment on the fact that it looked more like a dog than a bear.  Funny!

I am intensely proud though.  After all, C and I went without the menfolk and combed the hillside for the entire day (with a small break to dine with friends at Telegraph Cove).  I was exhausted and had enough when on the way C says, "Bet you we will see one when we are just about at the highway".  And what happens........

Very shortly before we are about to embark on the home stretch, 2 bears come lumbering across the road!  Woop, woop!

Out we hop, me with gun and C with camera and binoculars in hand.  Both the bears had ran into the bush so I went over to get a better look.  I figure it was the male I heard because at this point it challenges me to back off with a resounding "woof" and I go back to the safety of the truck.  We wait.

Sure enough they trot across the road and patience allows me to get my shot.  (Luck allows me to get a 2nd as the 1st shot clearly misses!  Gah!)  Off the bear runs and now I am faced with the prospect that I have wounded a bear.

C and I try to go and see if we can find any blood.  Remember only one of us is armed. We don't see any.  But, as we are wandering around the edge of the forest we hear crashing and both, once again, flee to the shelter of the truck.  As we listen, I am certain that I hear it's final breaths.  Now what?  Remember 2 bears were together, one is dead....where is the other??  I make a decision.

The menfolk had returned from fishing and we are not far from town so I decide to call for back up.  I send a text: Are you available, bring a gun.  I have shot a bear and there were two so now I am scared shitless to go into the woods and get it.  I get a text back: You are where and did what????   I look at my phone....oops.  I text back....wrong number!

A short time later hubby arrives with guns in hand.  J, who doesn't like bears stays in the clearing with his gun.  The hubby, I and C go in.  The womenfolk are chosen to drag the 250 lb bear out of the woods while armed hubby keeps and eye open for possible returning 2nd bear.

We can do this I say to C!  We each grab a leg.....air escapes.....the bear makes a noise....I scream like a girl!  This is perhaps a bit too much for me.  We attempt again.  This time it is C and I grunting the whole way out, not the bear.  I think I can cross this hunting experience off of my bucket list!

As she reaches for her camera C says, pose for a pic.  I oblige.......awesome picture, she says....great cleavage!  Oh my........

All in all it was a great day.  A lot of work resulting in a very late departure to the land of sleep.  But, it does allow me the time to reflect on my life and the people who are in it.  I have a great hubby that will  come to the rescue when I need him to and is very supportive of my hunting endeavors.  I have fantastic friends!   I don't know many women that would traipse around the country side hunting and then help drag a 250 lb bear out when they had nothing to do with the shooting of it. I am blessed with 2 such friends that would do just that. 
J (you were not there but I know you would do it) and C.....you ladies rock!

You may not be outdoorsy....you may even find the idea of hunting offensive.......but yes, my son was right. Sunday was a fantastic day for everyone!

GermanG