Took my son Hunter out to a local shooting pit to clean it up this morning. Showed up at 8:15 and worked until about 11:15. Then added in a drive to Hawks Prairie to drop off our 1,100 pounds of steel, in time to take a shower and head out hunting by 1:30pm. Hunter said he didn't want to go hunting, and I reminded him what happened the last time he tried to wimp out. He shot his first deer. That kind of got him pumped, so he was in. He had to be, cause he had the tag.
Got to the site we were hunting for the day on our never-ending (we had been out 44 hours in various blinds all over the Quinault reservation) quest for Hunter's bear by 3:30pm and had everything set up by about 4pm. Had a few snacks, and it was warm. Glad I iced the sodas. I kept joking with him on how we were going to get skunked, and then at 7:45pm we bet on when the bears were going to come in. He picked 8:00, I picked 8:15pm. He was right on the money.
53 yard shot with my .458 Socom using ammo we loaded together. Hit the bear high on the shoulder, taking out the spine, and the bear never moved, except to go straight down. Total of 48 hours in the blind, hundreds of dollars in gas, a few pennies for the tags, and thankfully Papa Don (father in law) picked up the tab for the guide fee.
Well, got some skinning to do.
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