I was up north checking our sets. I was toodling along, without a care in the world. I was following my trail, and to be honest wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I knew I had about 15 more feet to go before I start checking snares.....enjoying the day, the sun and just "thinking".
Just as I looked up, (now 10 feet from our pile of guts) .....something had popped its head up from behind the pile of duff (just before he popped up I realized that the duff was something new), it dawned on me that I was face to face with a 7ft? Grizz. I backed out as quickly as I could, watching him the whole time, knowing I was armed with nothing more than my .22 strapped across my chest. I guess he/she thought I was just as scary, I have never seen a bear move that fast (in the opposite direction, thank goodness!)
As you can see, it has everything destroyed, dug up and buried. I would have to say that this is the second scariest thing I have come across on the trap line. Yep guys, the bears are still out! haha.....These are just some photos of his paw prints and what he did to the set. Sorry for the poor quality of the photos!
That'll be the last time I walk into anything without my rifle!