Well it isn't Ole Betsy that spoke this morning and it isn't really a ML'ing story per se, but I was carrying mine.
My young fella hadn't seen the picture above till last night. Well needless to say he wanted to sit in my stand, so being a great father I let him have it.
We went out at the crack of dawn this morning to try and beat the heat. A very foggy ride out there. We were all settled in by a little after 7. Him in MY stand and I in our wood stand. The chipmunks were having a hay day where I was. Around 9:40 KERBLAM!!!! I here the M77 Ruger .270 Roar!!!

YES!!!! The bugger shot my bear!!! LOL JOKING!!!!

So any who, I'll let THE MOOSEMAN!!!! Tell his story!

So I walked to the metal stand and got settled in a little after 7. It was pretty quiet besides a couple of chipmunks making some noise and some frogs jumping in the pond below me. At around 9:30 I saw the snout of the bear walking in. My safety came off and I started to get the shakes. She came in and got settled down right beside the feed. She sat facing right at me so I didn't have a good shot. The bear started chowing down on the food. I watched it a bit through the scope and a bit without. The bear kept looking around and smelling the air as if it knew something was up. A brave chipmunk decided to walk by the bear, and she didn't take to kindly to that. She gave a quick little pounce and the chipmunk was running off. The bear started to turn broad side to me. I tried to get steady aim by using my leg to rest my arm on but my leg was shaking so much that it actually made it worse. At 9:40 I put the gun up, found the spot and pulled the trigger. My ears were ringing as it stood up and was starting to get away. I tried reloading to get another shot on it but I was shaking so much that by the time I reloaded it was already in the bush. I sat and waited for about 5 minutes before I climbed down. I grabbed my casing and listened. I didn't hear another sound come out of the bear. At about 10 I heard the truck door shut and knew that my Dad was on his way. When he arrived he gave me a celebratory hug and I told him my story. We walked around the pond to where I shot the bear. There wasn’t any blood on the ground but the bear dropped just around 10 feet from where I shot it. We took some videos and pictures before we started gutting it. When we finished gutting it we tied it to the back pack so I could carry it to the truck. We got all of our stuff to the truck and then drove home. We took a few more pictures at home, took the hide off of it and then put into the freezer where it is now.




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