I flew out of Kenai on 5-9-10 to be ready to hunt the next day when the season opened. We had planed to hunt in the high snow and catch the bears coming out of their dens, but the snow got too soft for snow shoes and there may have been a problem of landing on the snow. Found an area on the costal flats that had the only green for many miles, so landed on an old strip and set up camp. On the way in flying over the snow where we were going to hunt there was bear trails in the snow that looked like a herd of moose had went through the area. We flew low enough to verify that the tracks were differently bears. Had to believe that many bears, but no doubt. We made a big circle over the tide flats and there was bear track every where you looked. Saw one lone sow crossing the flats. Unloaded the plane and watched him take off and we were all alone with the bears. Got camp set up and then went down on the beach to glass the flats for any wondering bears. We saw 2 about 3 miles off and watched them feed on the sedge grass. Watched for about 2 hours. Got up the next morning and hit the beach and only saw one lone sow. Same story, eating sedge grass and then wondered off. Back to camp for breakfast and camp coffee (Bailey Flavored). Went back out mid afternoon for another look. The wind had picked up about 40 knot. We finally spotted 2 bores (one over 8' and the other over 9') that came out about 2.5 miles away. The wind was not our friend so we just sit tight. About an hour later the wind let up some so we started our sneak. Got about a mile from them and the wind started again, so just hunkered down as they were grazing in our direction. Wind changed again so off we went. The first time I checked out their range they were about 700 yds. We kept working towards them as they grazed in our direction. The next range was 350 yds and that is when they winded us and walked off into the bush. They can not see good but have an amazing nose. Went back to camp and called it a day. Went out the next morning and spotted 3 bears. I think they were a sow and 2 older cubs. They grazed a while and then walked off away from us. The wind was still bad and it was a slow rain. About 3 PM the wind died, but it was still raining. We spotted a big bore all by himself a little over 3 mile from us. Watching this bear through the spotting scope we figured it was a good 9.5 bear. The wind was finally our friend and with the rain we started our stalk. The bear just kept grazing around the head of the bay in our direction. We kept checking the wind with our squeeze bottle and it was perfect. We closed the distance down to about 1 mile and he was still working in our direction, so we hunkered down and waited. After a while we had a chance to move closer. Checked the range and he was 500 yds. Watched him shake the water off and it just flew, what a sight. Wind was perfect and he was still coming our way. Next range was 300yds and still coming slow. Next range was 195 yds. Perfect broadside shot. Good heat shot that spun him around 45 degrees and then Norm took both his hind legs out to make sure he did not run. He was not going to run as he dropped in his tracks to never move again. I love my 375 Ruger and hand loaded 300 grain Barnes TSX. Now the work begins! Wet bear in the tide flats with all the mud and volcano ash, a real mess. I have a Havalon scapula knife that works really good but the ash took the edge right of and had to change the blade many times. After we got it all skinned out we all said this is going to be around a 10' bear. Just think of a bear this size all wet, full of mud and ash. There was 3 of us and we could verily pick it up, let alone carry it. We ended up putting the hide on a tarp, tied ropes to everything and pulled it across the mud flat back to camp. This took several hours. Slept good that night. Spent part of the next day fleshing the hind and then salting. Called the plane on the sate phone and he would be in as soon as weather allowed to haul out the hide. When Doug came to get the hide he had a super cub with a belly that we tried to put the hide in but it would not fit in the belly. Ended up had to put it in the second seat and that was a job. Will now we have 2 more bears to get. Over the next several days we saw several bears every day and made a few stalks but they did not work out. One evening we were looking west when we should of been looking east. We had a young bore 7' walk up behind us. When we finally heard him he was around 150' from us and still coming. When he got within 50' we yelled at him and he just looked at us for a few seconds and then walked up the bank and left. Needless to say I started looking over my shoulder more often. Then late one evening (remember in Alaska it is light till midnight) we spotted 2 big bores, with one bigger than the one I got. We stalked them for a long time and finally got to the smaller one (9') at 175 yds and the larger one (10' plus) at 275 yds. These 2 bears had been sparring off at each other for over an hour and made it a little easier to stalk them , as they were only interested in fighting each other. Just as Tom was going to shoot the closest bear a third bear (sow) came running into the show. Guess she was wanting a little action to. Since I had already shot my bear I had the video camera and my very little 44mag. Never leave camp without a big gun. Tom got 3 shoots (375H&H) into his bear while Norm got 2 (416) into his bear. Now Toms bear is mad and is coming straight at us, Tom is reloading, Norm turns and puts his last 416 in Tom's bear and drops it 40' feet from us. Norm's bear is running away as they reload. Norm gets 2 more 416 in him and Tom get 1 375. Now the bear is 500yds out and still moving but not very good. We go and skin out Tom's bear, 2 hours. We are tired and still have to go and look for Norm's bear. By this time it is around 1100PM. We find the trail and follow it for over an hour. The light gets bad and we are in thick alder brush, can only see around 30' and looking for a 10' wound Coastal Brown Bear. Time to regroup and start tomorrow. We are over 3 miles from camp. Walking the beach about a mile from camp we hear something in the bush up the bank from the beach. We make a lot of noise but it is still there. We keep walking and it finally leaves. Back in camp at 300AM. Next morning going back up the beach we found where another bear had come down off the the bank in the same area we heard the noise the night before and followed our tracks for while. We had called Doug and he was going to be able to land his cub in the area of Tom's bear, so we did not have to pack it out. Me and Norm go looking for his bear while Tom waits for Doug to come and pickup his bear hide and then comes and helps us look. Doug flew the area we were in, in hopes he could spot the wounded bear, no luck. We followed the blood trail for several hours and never did find a spot where he had laid down, which I thought was very rear. Talk about an adrenalin rush, knowing at any time you might walk right up on this wounded bear and at times you could not see 30'. The hair on my neck has still not laid down. We finally lost all sign of blood and track going straight up a mountain. We spent an hour in this area looking in all directions with no luck. It is a very hard thing to do but we had to let this bear go. My only hope is he survived to be hunted another time, as we have already planed to look for him another time. We saw 27 bears total in the time we were there. 3 hunters with 3 bears shot, not bad. My bear squared out at an even 10' and the skull was 26 15/16". I feel very privileged to have been this lucky. I do not have the square on Tom's bear yet, but I would say around 9'. I have a lot of pictures that I hope to post as soon as I can figure out how to do it.