Went to Arkansas last week to bowhunt for five days. The first morning out while sitting on top of a ridge, overlooking white oaks, fresh scrapes, and Hickory nuts, I had a black bear come in. At first I thought a good buck was coming in. Then I saw through the cover is was black fur. I thought my buddies were not going to believe this.
He comes straight into the first of my two shooting lane. So I snapped a quick picture, then quickly ditched the camera, to grab my bow. I had about 6-7 seconds before he hit my second lane. I let my arrow fly, only to have one of the vanes come loose and make all kinds of noise, making it hit the rocks underneath him. He ran about 15 feet and stopped. Then to my disbelief, after a minute he came back in sniffing to find out what that was that was on the ground. Thats when I drilled him with the second shot.
I got on the phone and called my hunting buddies. So after 45 minutes I climbed down the pine, and had real good liver blood. We tracked him 120 yards only to have the blood run out.
So instead out messing things up, we called a relative who owned a blood tracking dachshund, who love to track bears. Within minutes of that dog hitting the ground we were pulling my bear out of some heavy cover to take these pictures. We found the bear within 40 yards of where we stopped tracking.
He comes straight into the first of my two shooting lane. So I snapped a quick picture, then quickly ditched the camera, to grab my bow. I had about 6-7 seconds before he hit my second lane. I let my arrow fly, only to have one of the vanes come loose and make all kinds of noise, making it hit the rocks underneath him. He ran about 15 feet and stopped. Then to my disbelief, after a minute he came back in sniffing to find out what that was that was on the ground. Thats when I drilled him with the second shot.
I got on the phone and called my hunting buddies. So after 45 minutes I climbed down the pine, and had real good liver blood. We tracked him 120 yards only to have the blood run out.
So instead out messing things up, we called a relative who owned a blood tracking dachshund, who love to track bears. Within minutes of that dog hitting the ground we were pulling my bear out of some heavy cover to take these pictures. We found the bear within 40 yards of where we stopped tracking.
Attached Files
Comment