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Two years ago while on a Utah Mule Deer Archery hunt, I jumped a small black bear while sneaking into a beaver pond. Luckily it bolted in the opposite direction, but it was enough to push me into getting a concealed weapon's license so I could carry on a bow hunt. I'm glad I did.
None of my hunting buddies were able to go out last weekend, so I talked my wife into going out with me. She was a great sport, hiking in with me well before sunrise (about a mile down-hill from the truck). As first light started to flood the valley, my wife spotted something moving far to quickly across the valley floor bellow us. Sure enough, it was a large bear. I'm assuming it was a black bear since I was in Utah, but it was definitely brown in color.
It crossed the open valley below us with amazing speed, entering the very group of trees where we were sitting, some 200 yards below us. My wife was horrified. I assured her that we were fine, but she insisted we leave right away. I grudgingly agreed and reloaded my pack frame for the hike out, confidant that the bear would have nothing to do with us.
It's a steep climb back to the truck, and I had to stop often to catch my breath and calm down my wife. After about 500 yards of hiking, I realized we were being followed. The bear was about 75 yards behind us, and very curious as to what we were doing. I was wearing a hand-gun, but not excited to see if it would be enough to stop a bear.
The bear stayed back 75-100 yards all the way back to the truck through open fields and patches of trees to the shell-rock cliffs just below our truck. My wife set a new record for shell-rock cliff climbing at 10,000 ft! Once I turned on the truck, the bear bolted back into the forest.
My theory is that he was not sure what we were until I started the truck, which scared him away. I'm not sure if he was stalking us, or just curious, but my sidearm made the entire experience just a little less scary. I'm glad I didn't have to use my gun, but I'll never go back out without it.
Good luck out there, be careful, and try not to see a bear on the one hunt you take your wife on!
None of my hunting buddies were able to go out last weekend, so I talked my wife into going out with me. She was a great sport, hiking in with me well before sunrise (about a mile down-hill from the truck). As first light started to flood the valley, my wife spotted something moving far to quickly across the valley floor bellow us. Sure enough, it was a large bear. I'm assuming it was a black bear since I was in Utah, but it was definitely brown in color.
It crossed the open valley below us with amazing speed, entering the very group of trees where we were sitting, some 200 yards below us. My wife was horrified. I assured her that we were fine, but she insisted we leave right away. I grudgingly agreed and reloaded my pack frame for the hike out, confidant that the bear would have nothing to do with us.
It's a steep climb back to the truck, and I had to stop often to catch my breath and calm down my wife. After about 500 yards of hiking, I realized we were being followed. The bear was about 75 yards behind us, and very curious as to what we were doing. I was wearing a hand-gun, but not excited to see if it would be enough to stop a bear.
The bear stayed back 75-100 yards all the way back to the truck through open fields and patches of trees to the shell-rock cliffs just below our truck. My wife set a new record for shell-rock cliff climbing at 10,000 ft! Once I turned on the truck, the bear bolted back into the forest.
My theory is that he was not sure what we were until I started the truck, which scared him away. I'm not sure if he was stalking us, or just curious, but my sidearm made the entire experience just a little less scary. I'm glad I didn't have to use my gun, but I'll never go back out without it.
Good luck out there, be careful, and try not to see a bear on the one hunt you take your wife on!