Day 3

DAY 3

nat geo wild 2016 The sun ascended on the third day and it was an agreeable 50 degrees. Everybody advanced through the morning breakfast custom and a while later I went out back to shoot. There were a couple of other bow seekers shooting as I went along with them. The bolts were flying genuine today and everything appeared to be easy. Today I would shoot any longer than regular, time just raced by as I made a few diverse shot cinereous inside the extent zone. After practice I got prepared for the up and coming chase, checking my rigging and fabrics. Supper had come and passed and again we were in the truck making a beeline for our meeting with what we as a whole trusted was Mr. Wild Bear. I dropped off Dave and continued onto my stand as I did the past two days. I pulled over to stop sooner than typical. Today I would stop only somewhat promote far from my chasing setup, I would make a more extended trek to the lush logging street as I assembled my rigging.

Today my stroll in was around a 1/2 mile, as I needed somewhat more space between the truck and my lush chasing range. The stand setup was 70 yards in off of a logging street, which had not been utilized for a long while. They air was still, not a breeze to be found. The sun was out yet it was exceptionally agreeable. I steered into my stand considerably slower than my standard moderate pace. Looking listening and being additional watchful not to try and venture on a twig to ready what I trusted would be a major bear in my general vicinity. After all the spot was impeccable, the sign was there and we were in northern Maine for mountain bear. As I rose my stand I didn't make a peep. I got set and the custom of holding up and watching started. By 5PM or so I was gone to by a substantial sow and two offspring. I would figure this sow at around 225lb or better. Her jacket was thick and sparkling and dark as shoe shine as the sun moved through the overhang above. Her fledglings were vigorous and loaded with that fun loving nature that adolescents have. They too had a full and wonderful coat.

I had a lot of time to watch and learn as they associated with each other and the whelps grappled with each other for the sow's consideration. I turned out to be very OK with them not more than 17 yards away, and the best thing was they had truly no clue I was there watching them roosted 12 foot up in my stand. The air was still and the intermittent breeze was conveying their sent to me. I heard a snap to my back, at the same time the sow went to a still posture, ears up and forward toward me. I quickly thought she winded me. A snappy check of the air and I knew it was not me she was cautioned by. She stepped toward me and stood straight up on her back legs. He nose, ears and eyes were caught up with filtering and seeking the territory behind me on my right side. I could see nor hear a thing. My heart was hustling and the adrenaline was racing through my body. I thought "YES" this is the thing that it is about, that inclination, that foresight of what is going to unfurl. At that point pretty much as all of a sudden as she stood, she did a reversal down on all fours, moved in the direction of her fledglings and made a sound. By then the two whelps scattered yet the sow remained. With bow close by I was prepared for what ever was going to happen. I attended to the edge of my stand seat, heart as yet beating yet in full control of myself. It appeared like always however it was one moment or thereabouts, all of a sudden the fledglings returned as fast as they had cleared out. Everything was quiet now and the sow was back in control of her fledglings.

Time passed, it was currently around 5:45PM and the bears were still around 17 yards away. I was getting exhausted at staying so still at this point. Only then as my brain was pondering another snap ended the relative quiet existing apart from everything else. The sow at the end of the day stood tall on her rear legs. She was looking significantly more eagerly than the first run through. She remained for around 15 seconds and them back to all fours. The sow moved to her fledglings and they all solidified and tuned in. Their heads killed on my right side as they looked and their ears were moving, hunting down sounds, hints of approaching threat. At the same time the sow turned, flagged and they all softened out up a dead gone through the forested areas and bushes. I could hear them as they smashed through the forested areas and through what was obviously some waterway. Fervor developed to a peak as I could just consider what had made them leave in such a frenzy. It must be a major hog, I contemplated internally. I knew it was not another seeker or some other individual so far as that is concerned, so it must be a pig. A sow with whelps does not respond that way unless it is an overwhelming bear in the region. I held up with bow close by until my hand started to seize up.