Hunter's Camp Bear Story


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By Alex Wierbinski - Posted on 25 March 2017

Bear encounter in Upper East Fork of the Carson River drainage. Bear wanted my food, but I kept it.

 

Hunter's Camp Bear Story
Above Hunters Camp there is a big boulder that provides an expansive view, where we can see all the way to Ebbetts Pass. I had ate dinner and made hot chocolate and retired to the boulder to watch the view change with the setting sun and have a relaxing smoke. Hunters Camp has exceptional sunsets.

I noticed something moving fast across the meadow way off to my right, the East. A blur in my peripheral vision. I shifted my attention from the Sunset to the more-quickly moving target. It was a young adult bear, real ratty and skinny looking, about 200 yards out, running as fast as it could straight towards my camp. It was wandering past searching for food and smelled the Mother Load in my camp. I was less that 30 yards from the campsite. In the campsite I had pulled my food bag up just enough to prevent coyotes, rodents, or varmints from snatching it. The food bag was hanging almost exactly at the height of the damn bear's mouth.

"Shit," I thought as a jumped to my feet.
It was a raid, and I was set up as the victim.

I was sure that the bear would beat me to camp, as I only had about a 170 yard head start, I thought as I charged downhill towards my campsite. I figured I would arrive in camp just in time to see the bear not even break stride as he snatched my food bag that I had so perfectly hung for bear to snatch.

Luckily, I arrived in camp just about 2 or three seconds before the bear ran around the tree. Just enough time to think, "ah shit, I beat a bear here," when the bear galloped around the tree about 8 feet from me. Bears gallop, running in a manner somewhat between the gallop-gait of a dog and a horse. Bear almost shit himself, he was so surprised to see me standing next to my food bag, that he almost went ass-over-teakettle trying to put on the brakes to stop while simultaneously trying to turn around and do a burn-off attempting to escape.

The bear started "crossing-up," sliding first one way, then the other.

I was looking as tough as I could, barking harsh curses at the already totally freaked out bear.

They hunt bears around there, and that bear thought he was frkn dead. I immediately felt bad, seeing his over-the-top fear. Bear had already gotten by the "scruffy" stage to young adulthood, but Bear was looking pretty beat-up. Bear was obviously not yet a fully established bear in this area. Thus the ratty look, and my feeling badly for making the bear spend a thousand calories that it could not afford to lose, nor would his expenditure be rewarded with food.

 

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