My Buddy's and I backpacked into a wilderness area in No.Cal, 9 miles, I kept hearing bears in the alder thickets but is was to thick to hunt in it, I kept bumping the bears be for I could get a shot.
On the 5Th day I hiked 2 miles in the dark, pushed my way into the alder thicket and climbed a pine tree.
I put a limb between my legs and raped a rope around the tree and me.
About an hour after sun rise this bear came by at around 10yds
This hog came down a ridge to water and I spotted him and ran down to the bottom of this canyon, I got there about two seconds before him and shot him across canyon at about 30yds
My buddy Brian spooked this hog out and yelled over to me which was about 250yds away [Dave Here Comes A Hog]
I looked at where it was going and ran up this ridge and in to the oaks to where I thought he might come by, as sure as bears do what bears do, here he comes on a dead run
My long bow comes back and I swing with him and get out in front of him and the arrow slips from my fingers an meets the hog dead in the ten ring
I was deer hunting and I heard this bear come running my was, I already had an arrow nocked and all I had to do was turn to my right, I never took a step.
He came trotting by at less than 20yds and I smoked him right in the lungs.
He jumped on the tree right in front of me.
He ran up the tree spraying every where.
He ran right out the top of the tree and fell stone dead 10 feet right in front of me.
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