...just doing my part in the predator control plan. I was packing my hunting gear and wheeler 4 days ago when my neighbor asked what I was doing. I replied that I had to get out and was more than likely going to be griz hunting my "spot". He asked if he could accompany and I said, "Split gas?", he said "Yep" and I told him to pack his stuff up. We arrived in my "spot" in Unit 13B, and set up camp in the cabin. We glassed the river bottoms and the mountain sides doing some superficial scouting and came up dry. ...no tracks, and the snow was still very deep compared to last year. We headed back to the cabin for some shut eye and grub and got up to some glassing. In 2 hours we spotted numerous 'bou and moose and I finally saw a furball making his way slumbering along the river at about 3/4 mile away. I've always heard they have poor eyesight, but I disagree after what I witnessed. We planned a stalk, started down the glassing perch, and he busted us that far away. Admittingly we were moving in plain sight, but we were camo'd out and were not skylined; and that bear stopped in his tracks and starred at us. Through my bino's I thought to myself that the hunt would now turn more difficult as he's aware of our presence. WRONG AGAIN. He immediately started running on a rope to us. We stopped our stalk and watched within 2 minutes as the boar closed the distance to 300-400 yards. He stopped in some trees and starred at us for 5 seconds trying to scent us. I was thinking we would have to be sneaky to get a close shot, when he just kept coming in to us. He got to 200 yards out and then started circling down wind with his eyes on us. He presented with a beautiful broadside shot and I downed him with 1 shot from the home-loaded 300 RUM. He dropped in his tracks, rolled a couple of times and was expired in 10 seconds. I opened his stomach and it was empty. I never did tape him, but my buddy is 6'2" and the bear was about 1 foot longer than him as they layed next to each other for comparison (yea, it probably looked a little silly). Skull was 22". Hide was absolutely perfect and thick, blond as can be with a dark brown stripe down his back. Everything about him was perfect. Call me crazy, but I cooked up some of the meat on the campfire and it was as good as any red meat I've ever eaten. We carved off approx 80 lbs to bring home and have some in marinate as I type. I took out the femur bones to use as fish-bonkers, and left the rest for mother nature to recycle. The weather was beautiful, the company was wonderful (thanks for all the work Cal), and the memories are life-long. Good luck hunting everyone.