It all started about 4 years ago when I found a high valley and a huge bull moose that eluded me. I returned the next year with a friend and lo and behold the same thing happened in that valley and the adjacent one. We shot two bull caribou up there and saw another big one and so I named it "The Valley of the Bulls". On one trip I saw a nice griz but didn't really care about shooting it. I took some pics at less than 200 yds. Well, since then a friend said to me "they eat lots of moose". So, I figured it was time to shoot one if I had the chance.
This year I took a friend moose hunting who has never shot a moose. I really wanted him to get on to one. He's an old elk bow hunter from Oregon who has lived here for about 15 years. Well, we headed up to the Valley of the Bulls only to find bears, bears, bears!!! The second day we spotted this guy and went after him. He was in/above one of our moose hunting valleys. He was in the berry patch in the sun and we tried getting to him. By the time we got there we could not find him, so we hung out for a while and figured he must have headed down in the thick stuff. We then returned to our spotting point only to then see him again walking around where we had been hanging out and hour before!! I took these pics through my spotter at 52x and cropped them to blow them up. Check him out. The one where he is sitting showing off his fat belly.... he was sitting where we had been sitting!!! I then watched him walk over the ridge. Bummer, oh well, back to moose hunting.
Now I'm no expert in judging bears but this guy was a big bear, he just waddled when he walked, his belly looked like it dragged on the ground, from the back end he looked like he didn't have any legs and was just huge. He almost looked out of proportion..... huge body from the shoulders back and his head seemed small compared to it.