DAY FOUR: “No country for old men!” After breakfast, the six hunters in camp sat around the dining table relating stories about their past hunting adventures, while the guides readied equipment and the horses for the evening hunt. Our mid afternoon outing was to be another horseback ride up the switchback trails to the high
Part 3 DAY THREE: “Relief comes in different ways.” After the near-death experience the night before, sleep was hard to come by, and gathering for breakfast with the other hunters and guides could not come soon enough. Everyone’s curiosity was satisfied as I related my story of the hunt and near-tragedy with my guide, Travis,
DAY TWO (cont.): “The Really, Really Ugly.” Nearly two hours had passed as Travis skinned out the bear on the steep hillside in the thick brush aided only by a dim headlamp. It was not an easy task by himself, and the job was nearly complete when he let out a blood-curdling yell. Moments later,
DAY TWO: “The Good, the Bad and the REALLY, REALLY Ugly” It was mid-afternoon on the second day when Travis, our guide, and Walker and I saddled up and headed east on the trail to our evening hunting blinds. Travis in the lead, followed by the pack mule, then Walker, then me. We had only
It all began as my friend, Walker, and I laid out plans for a spring bear hunt in the Clearwater Wilderness Area in the Idaho panhandle. We wanted to arrive in the state a few days early so we could wind down from the 35 plus hour drive from home. And we wondered what else
Last week I penned an article regarding “The Newborns of Spring,” and just yesterday morning something happened that makes me revisit that topic. Although I had begun an article about something completely different, I feel compelled to share just what happened. A landowner in northern Lycoming County has for years allowed me permission to hunt
