After we got a good look, the dogs were pulled back and with a few whacks on the tree trunk...



The protective momma bear had enough and down she came shredding ponderosa all the way down...



We regrouped and hiked back down the mountain to the pickups to start another hunt...



With temps rising, the scent dissipated rapidly.
We made camp that afternoon, and staked the hounds for the evening.
Campfires bring both anticipation and reflection.


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