I hunted hard this weekend. Starting to see more sign of the impending rut here in northern Wisconsin. Here is an excerpt from my journal. I had a real cool experience with a bear...

"...When I heard some twigs snap in front of he. I thought - now that the does came by here comes the buck. When the creature came into view I knew I was wrong. This was no deer it was a bear. He was walking down to the river. I decided to mess with him. I bleated a doe call and he stopped and looked around. Then started to slowing stalk toward my stand. When He took a step I bleated again. He stopped and sniffed the air - swinging his head from side to side trying to find out were that doe was. He then continued to stalk his way toward my stand. This game went on until he was 15 yards from my tree. He was a small bear maybe 600 lbs. (har har..) I grabbed my camera and in the dim light counted cou on him taking some photo’s. He ignore the flash. So I yelled “Tag your it...”: He realized exactly were I was and ran back down into the river. I got out of my stand in the darkness walking back to my car. I was hoping he wasn’t continuing the game of tag in the dark."