This is a story about admittedly the smallest brown bear I ever guided for. There were two other small ones but this one may have been the smallest. Many guides wouldn't have put it in his photo album, or talk about it much but I like it. It's one of my most memorable hunts.
The hunter is a bow hunter, Skipper Dickson, (his real name). He owns the largest distributor of firearms and knives in the south-west. He wanted a brown bear with a bow, so that what we were going to do. A great hunter and a great guy.

Early on in the hunt, this bear, presented itself for a practice stalk and draw. It is a very small bear, one we did not want to kill although it was legal. I judged this one to be a three year old sow, about 7 1/2 feet square, just kicked out and never bread. This is a fall hunt, on salmon streams. Very conducive to close in stalks and this was very early in the ten day hunt. We let this one go.
After a few days, and some bad weather, and about two thirds of our hunt gone, we found this one. It was not a big bear but the set up was perfect. Skipper was happy with the bear, and the timing. My job was to make Skipper happy, (within reason). We could have looked for a bigger bear but we could also have lost the rest of the hunt to bad weather.

You can see the bear in the lower left, Skipper is in the upper right, preparing for a shot. I judged this one to be a little bigger than the first, an eight footer. I am 45 yards away with the .458 and a full range of fire. Skipper is about 30 yards away from the bear and had a full quiver of arrows but he wasn't going to have enough time to shoot them all. At his first shot, the bear went right down. As planned, I was going to let him do all the work unless the bear got up and started to go somewhere. Skipper had time for two more shots until that happened. The shots did not connect because, the bear was rolling around on the ground so much that between the time he let the arrow go and the time the arrows got to the bear, he wasn't in the same spot any more. I had once seen Skipper practice with his bow, at sixty yards he put his practice arrow through a two inch red dot into a clay bank. I was comfortable with his shooting. The bear was going to die from the first shot but what I was worried about was where he would go and what he would do before he died.
The bear soon got his wits about him and got up and started to run toward the brush directly behind him on the left side of the creek. I hit him with the .458 and ended it all.
Nothing left to do but take the pictures, and skin it.

We were all happy, at the end of the hunt, Skipper flipped me his stock catalog and told me to "Pick my tip" That's how I came to get my Winchester stainless/synthetic model 70 classic in .375 H&H.
Skipper and I are great friends, I have guided him since, (once on a black bear/northern pike float trip) and I have made several custom knives for him. A real positive experience I think.
The hunter is a bow hunter, Skipper Dickson, (his real name). He owns the largest distributor of firearms and knives in the south-west. He wanted a brown bear with a bow, so that what we were going to do. A great hunter and a great guy.

Early on in the hunt, this bear, presented itself for a practice stalk and draw. It is a very small bear, one we did not want to kill although it was legal. I judged this one to be a three year old sow, about 7 1/2 feet square, just kicked out and never bread. This is a fall hunt, on salmon streams. Very conducive to close in stalks and this was very early in the ten day hunt. We let this one go.
After a few days, and some bad weather, and about two thirds of our hunt gone, we found this one. It was not a big bear but the set up was perfect. Skipper was happy with the bear, and the timing. My job was to make Skipper happy, (within reason). We could have looked for a bigger bear but we could also have lost the rest of the hunt to bad weather.

You can see the bear in the lower left, Skipper is in the upper right, preparing for a shot. I judged this one to be a little bigger than the first, an eight footer. I am 45 yards away with the .458 and a full range of fire. Skipper is about 30 yards away from the bear and had a full quiver of arrows but he wasn't going to have enough time to shoot them all. At his first shot, the bear went right down. As planned, I was going to let him do all the work unless the bear got up and started to go somewhere. Skipper had time for two more shots until that happened. The shots did not connect because, the bear was rolling around on the ground so much that between the time he let the arrow go and the time the arrows got to the bear, he wasn't in the same spot any more. I had once seen Skipper practice with his bow, at sixty yards he put his practice arrow through a two inch red dot into a clay bank. I was comfortable with his shooting. The bear was going to die from the first shot but what I was worried about was where he would go and what he would do before he died.
The bear soon got his wits about him and got up and started to run toward the brush directly behind him on the left side of the creek. I hit him with the .458 and ended it all.
Nothing left to do but take the pictures, and skin it.

We were all happy, at the end of the hunt, Skipper flipped me his stock catalog and told me to "Pick my tip" That's how I came to get my Winchester stainless/synthetic model 70 classic in .375 H&H.
Skipper and I are great friends, I have guided him since, (once on a black bear/northern pike float trip) and I have made several custom knives for him. A real positive experience I think.
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