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After we kill one, the dogs get to go in and attack it for a little bit. It's their reward, and they think they did it.
The fantastic Parks Trust in Milton Keynes organise some brilliant days out for children. Today we went on a Bear Hunt which kept them all happy for a couple of hours.
This is one of my very best friends, Jeff. He took me to get my first buck, so it was only fitting that I took him to get his first bear.
Paw prints lead into the We're Going On A Bear Hunt room at the wonderful Seven Stories.
WGOABH is quite possibly the finest book ever written for children of a certain age.
Another guide told me he thought Mark's bear had likely been kicked in the jaw by a lucky moose. Broke the lower left canine tooth almost completely off but somehow it fused solid back to the jawbone!? Ouch!
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He ended up weighing not quite 300 pounds. The bear, not the men. OK, one of the men too. But we didn't gut him out!
I didn't know when I posted this that the man on the left would turn out to be the great love of my life. Woo!
It was tight quarters, with about 10 dogs and five people crammed around the tree. While I was taking pictures, one dogs was treeing the fox through me.
This bear track was in a slush puddle on the landing where we started off the days hunt! My hand print is next to it for size comparison.
There appeared to be a less defined paw print of a cub near this as well. How awesome if we would have seen these two out in the snow! No such luck though.
These hounds are Willy and Pete, who belonged to Grey Fox, Don's Dad and Seth's Grandpa. He would have loved this.
This was a big bruiser of a California Black Bear, on one of the back roads into Yosemite, and fairly fresh. Bigger than the one I eventually got the tape measure out for, and looks to my eye at least as big as the 350-400 pound bear I took this year. Look at his waddling, duck-footed gait! That bear was rolling with fat! (I'm cheating on that one; we hunt them right across the highway and I've seen them skinned out this fall. Very fat bears this year.)
A lovely start to our very busy day - we went to see "we're going on a bear hunt" at Richmond Theatre. Megan was a bit worried it would be scary, but we all loved it. It's the first time we've taken the children to the theatre, but it won't be the last - they both coped well with it, and we'll be moving not too far from the Polka children's theatre in Wimbledon.
Eli is modelling his halloween outfit, as the afternoon saw us going to Cat's halloween party with lots of small pumpkins, spiders and witches roaming the floor and a very impressive Megan-friendly spooky feast.
Then to round off our most socially ambitious day for a long, long time, Nick and I spent the evening at my aunt's 70th birthday bash at a local pub.
The little black spot near the upper part of the rocks is the big bear sleeping before the shots and our final approach. This is a huge mountain. Without grass growing below, many of the large boars were just hanging out in the high country waiting for the new grass and the upcoming rut.
9'8" big boar with a perfect hide. The discoloration behind the hump is blood in the hair. 27 9/16" skull. Day 13. Keep in mind that Mark is 6'5" tall. WOW what a stalk - 5 hours on snowshoes! Perfect bear - has all the big features you look for when judging - stove pipe nose that does not taper, no taper in forelegs, big head with small ears. It was fairly dark by the time we made it down to the bear. After pics, we ate some food and then started skinning.