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I have been holding this back for a long time and think it is finally time to share it. And by the way since I know what I saw on that misty morning so many years ago was absolutely alive and real.
It was September 1971 I was 23 yrs old and I owned my own taxidermy business and hunting safari co., so you can see I knew something about animals. I was on a bear hunt with a friend of mine who lived in Clallam Bay Washington. We had our own pack of trained bear hounds and had plenty of experience in the bush.
We were out on the Olympic Peninsula in Clallam County as I recall either in or right next to the national park. We had eight dogs with us that morning and were in the hunting area at first light. Our lead scent dog had just picked up a red-hot bear track so we let the rest of the pack go and off they went, baying and barking like crazy. Well we followed those hounds for about 3 hours and finally that big old walking bear took us to an extremely dense piece of old growth forest the likes of which neither myself nor my 40 year old friend had ever been in. I was dark dank and dangerous in there because of all the dead falls and holes beneath the moss.
The dogs followed this damn bear down an enormously deep chasm about 30 yards wide but at least a mile or more straight down; all choked up with snags of old growth and pines. We could hear a river running down at the bottom of it and we were both afraid we were going to lose the dogs once they got out of ear shot down that entrance to hell.
We decided finally
that my friend would go down after the dogs and I would stand guard at
the top and about 20 yards back of the rim just in case the bear came
back out my way. Here's the part you've
After about one half
hour I caught sight of a movement at the edge of the canyon. At first
of course I thought it was my friend then I thought it must be the bear
but then I got the absolute fright of my
I immediately brought
my rifle up to my shoulder ready to defend myself if need be, remember
I am within smelling distance of this thing. The creature climbed up out
of the fog-shrouded crevice and
Suddenly it slowly
turned its whole body half way around and stared right straight at me;
rifle pointed at him and all. In my mind I had decided that if he came
at me I would shoot him in the head as he
I was holding a 44.mag
short-barreled rifle with loaded with 240-grain hollow points and I still
didn't feel I could stop thishulking beast unless it was a brain shot.
I knew it would only be
Suddenly the brute
jumped to his enormous feet, plunged back over the side of the embankment,
much to my enormous relief, and disappeared back down into the abyss.
I stood there shaking a bit, - still
I could smell his urine and sweat musk for an hour after he was gone, in fact I can still remember it even today 30 years later as I am writing this to you.
The rest of the story
pales in comparison to this so I'll just say that we never saw the dogs
again but I did shoot a big bear about 4 hours later as it barreled out
of the ravine just ahead of my buddy. This is my true story and probably
the longest email you'll ever get Bobbie. GOD bless you dear for listening
and please feel free to pass my story on to whom ever you wish. You may
also give out my email address if you feel it is appropriate. Thanks again.
Jim K. Chicago.