armymp71
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All,
Here is my brownie from my hunt last year, He measured well over ten feet and the guide guessed his age at over 25 years old. I never expected to kill something this nice but I will take it none the less.
Day one we were dropped off the boat outside of Perryville AK and we packed all our supplies up the side of the hill to a small wood shed that we called home, it was not much but it sure beats a tent with all the rain/wind we had. When we hit the beach I immediately noticed some large bear track that looked to be very fresh, already I knew we were in the land of the big bears.
The hunt started each morning as we climbed to the top of the hillside to glass for bear, day one we saw one bear that was almost a full run and so far ahead of us we would never have been able to catch him. Day two we saw a few moose playing in the distance but no bears. Day three I was sleeping when my guide busted in and said he saw something walking up the beach. I jumped out of bed, grabbed my gun and sprinted up the hillside. Just as I crested the hill he was dead even with us about 80 yards away. I sat in a prone position and the shot was obscured by some tall weeds, I whispered to the guide "when he gets past the weeds I am gonna take him" as soon as I got my last word out, the bear spun around and started running back the way he came. I pivoted to the right and began firing, first shot missed, second shot missed, each shot I noticed sand flying above him, so the third shot I aimed lower and just before the bear was about to go behind the hill side my third shot from y 375 RUM flattened him out. I reloaded and put three more rounds right in his vital area. From there we would loose sight of the bear as we climbed down the hill. Once at the bottom we noticed he had went about 50 yards inching his way towards the water. I went up to about 75 yards and put another shot in him. From there we played the waiting game until his chest stopped moving, finally two hours later I was able to put my hands on this awesome bruin. After a ridiculous amount of pictures I dressed the bear down the back and we radioed for the boat to come get us outta there. The bear now stands in my office, and I have just sold the bear to Cabelas where it will be displayed in the new store being built this year in St. Louis, MO. It was a hard decision to sell, but this will allow so many people to enjoy him and a piece of me will live on for some time to come. I am now going to try my luck at interior grizzlies this September, hopefully I will have another happy ending......
Here is my brownie from my hunt last year, He measured well over ten feet and the guide guessed his age at over 25 years old. I never expected to kill something this nice but I will take it none the less.
Day one we were dropped off the boat outside of Perryville AK and we packed all our supplies up the side of the hill to a small wood shed that we called home, it was not much but it sure beats a tent with all the rain/wind we had. When we hit the beach I immediately noticed some large bear track that looked to be very fresh, already I knew we were in the land of the big bears.
The hunt started each morning as we climbed to the top of the hillside to glass for bear, day one we saw one bear that was almost a full run and so far ahead of us we would never have been able to catch him. Day two we saw a few moose playing in the distance but no bears. Day three I was sleeping when my guide busted in and said he saw something walking up the beach. I jumped out of bed, grabbed my gun and sprinted up the hillside. Just as I crested the hill he was dead even with us about 80 yards away. I sat in a prone position and the shot was obscured by some tall weeds, I whispered to the guide "when he gets past the weeds I am gonna take him" as soon as I got my last word out, the bear spun around and started running back the way he came. I pivoted to the right and began firing, first shot missed, second shot missed, each shot I noticed sand flying above him, so the third shot I aimed lower and just before the bear was about to go behind the hill side my third shot from y 375 RUM flattened him out. I reloaded and put three more rounds right in his vital area. From there we would loose sight of the bear as we climbed down the hill. Once at the bottom we noticed he had went about 50 yards inching his way towards the water. I went up to about 75 yards and put another shot in him. From there we played the waiting game until his chest stopped moving, finally two hours later I was able to put my hands on this awesome bruin. After a ridiculous amount of pictures I dressed the bear down the back and we radioed for the boat to come get us outta there. The bear now stands in my office, and I have just sold the bear to Cabelas where it will be displayed in the new store being built this year in St. Louis, MO. It was a hard decision to sell, but this will allow so many people to enjoy him and a piece of me will live on for some time to come. I am now going to try my luck at interior grizzlies this September, hopefully I will have another happy ending......
