Well, we got off work about 5:00PM tonight. We decided we'd take the skiff out and do a short jaunt to see if we could connect on a Brownie. No go on that. Saw lots of sign and tracks but we had to bail out of our spot because of a falling tide and not wanting to get the boat stuck.
We hit up another cove we knew of, hoping to see either a brown or a black. Light was fading quick, it was probably about 9:30PM.
As we entered the cove my partner spotted a bear working a grass hump in the far corner. We could tell it was definately brown, but only got a glimpse so we couldn't tell if it was a brown or a black.
My partner nosed the skiff in to the beach and I hopped off. My plan was to skirt the beach on the tree line, however a brushy creek ruined that for me.
There was a large grass up, then behind it was a small meadow. In the middle of a hump was a large drift log with the roots still in it. I figued if I could make it to the drift log I could stand up on the roots for a good vantage point.
When we had seen the bear it was moving quick, so we figured it was probably gone.
I snuck up the log and much to my surprise I saw the bear in the far end of the meadow feeding and moving quickly towards the trees. Light was fading quick, I eyeballed him real quick and saw he had no rub marks, and was a nice chocolate color.
I was shooting my .308 with 168grn TSXs. I estimated the distance at about 200 yards. I held a little high on his shoulder and squeezed a round off. He instantly jerked and spun around in a circle, then took off running towards some cottonwoods. I had time to squeeze off one more shot as he ran - Unsure of whether or not I hit him.
A few seconds later I heard it, the death moan. It sounded like he made it quite a ways back into the trees. I was quite concerned as it was almost 10:00PM now.
I hollared for my partner to anchor the boat and get in there to help me.
I made my way to the treeline where I had shot him the first time. I was yelling and making noise, I saw no blood. I started to walk to where I saw him enter the woods. Much to my surprise I saw him lying just inside the treeline dead, about 15-20 yards from where I shot the first time.
My partner got there and we drug him out of the woods. He was a beautiful chocolate black bear, probably around 6'. We rolled him on his back to get the skinning process started, thats when we noticed the perfect white flash on his chest, with a smaller white blotch right on his neck. I had never seen a chocolate with this marking before. The best part was not a single rub mark.
We ended up gutting him there, then putting him on a tarp and dragging him across the beach to the boat. When I gutted him I was only able to find one hole, a through and through that took out both lungs and the top of the heart.
Ended up back at the dock at about Midnight. Its now 1:30am as I write this, and I gotta work at 8:00AM....
....What a night...Only in the big AK.
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