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There's ANOTHER post on bear loads in the "ammo" room. Lobo Gun Leather asked for more bear stories, so here goes==a few from my experiences as a Wildlife Biologist:

Years ago, I responded to a post with a comment on a bear eating a guy. This occurred on the North Cascades Highway, about 60 miles away from here. The passes (Early Winters and Rainy) get snowed over in early winter (sometimes Labor Day) and get cleared in Spring, sometimes not until July 4th. Seems a young man was charged with rape=he was something like 19 and she was like 16. He stole his grandpa's truck and disappeared. They found him and the truck the next Spring/Summer and a bear had eaten him. They found a noose in a nearby tree. To me, it was obvious: He committed suicide, body froze, thawed and got ripe. Bear came along and "Meat's Meat". Turns out, a fellow forum member was a relative and misinterpreted my comments in the negative. I explained I was not condemning the kid for doing something I maybe did while in college during the 70's.

The second bear I tranquilized was a VERY old male. We had tranked a small female we thought at first was a cub. While we worked on her (collar, antibiotics, pulled a tooth for DNA, etc.) a larger bear was walking in the brush about 25 yards away. We saw the sow had scars on her teats (from nursing cubs) and four teats were scarred meaning 2 litters over 2 years. We tranked the larger bear the next night (a story in itself=passed out on a family's carport and didn't wake up until way after daylight). It was an old, battle-scarred male. A few weeks later, we got a mortality signal indicating no movement of the bear. We tracked it to a berry patch in a gated neighborhood. Between thorns and rattlesnakes, we were really cautious about going in. We figured he had been poached and someone threw the collar into the thicket. About 2 weeks later, my assistant called and told me she had found the collar. After playing 20 Questions for a while, she told me she found it hanging from a telephone pole. Seems the bear climbed up the pole and was scratching his back=hooked it on a rebar step/hook and pulled it off. We caught him twice more and were afraid he'd have cardiac arrest, so we let him go the thirds time.

Last one for now: I was hunting elk in Idaho (Bitterroots) and talking to a local bio. He was excited that they had found grizzly droppings in a new area. I asked what he had found and he answered: "black bear claws!"

Seems a hunter left a gut pile, the griz came along and ate on it and went to sleep. Black bear came along, griz woke up, killed the black bear and, as I said before: "Meat's meat!"

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In 1973 I was invited to hunt bear in vt. It was a 625 acre farm where my family and friends hunted for decades. My uncles would bring clothes to a hermit who lived in the national forest after ww2. But we were there by 12pm had lunch and hit the apple orchards on the side hill of the mountain. We split up and were in both upper corners of the upper orchard. There was bird hunters in the lower orchard. I heard the truck doors slam as they left. Things got very quiet. All of a sudden I have crunching branches breaking coming towards me in the brush on the left side of the orchard. My cousin inched his way towards me to back me up. The bear is in the high grass ten feet from me. A little bird gets in the tree over me and sings it's heart out to the tune of danger go back get away. The bear went back to the bottom of the orchard across the bottom and up the right side staying out of sight the whole time. We packed it in soon after. We exited through the forest instead of using the access road. We marked a tree so we knew where to enter.

The next day we went up through the forest as quiet as we could be. We went up through the upper orchard and made our way to some scattered apple trees just a few. All of a sudden we jumped the bear. We caught him sleeping. I heard him move and felt him looking at me. Then he took the back door out. His droppings were small so I figured maybe a cub.

The next year we went up there at 5am in the dark. The bear was on one side of the road hooting with a bobcat on the other side answering the bear in the dark. We went up anyway to our orchard. At 10 am we headed down and the bear followed us in the day light still hooting at us, maybe he was laughing at us.

Years passed by and his droppings was 1/2 of a 5 gallon bucket now. He's a big male. That was the last time we were up there. We decided to leave him alone. The experience of the hunt and chase was more fun. Let's say the bear had his fun.
 
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I had a black bear cub in the yard last summer looking for berries, strawberries, raspberries and apples since us and the neighbors all grow some sort of fruit in small quantities. He seemed pretty young to be on his own so we would just run him off. Now he's grown up a bit, he didn't seem too worried about us before and now he just doesn't care. We've found he doesn't much care for fireworks though, so at least I have an excuse to make noise late at night.
I've been out here in NW montana for almost 20 years and have yet to see a grizzer unless we go up north a bit near glacier nat'l park. Still haven't seen a (live) mountain lion, sneaky cats...
 
I had a black bear cub in the yard last summer looking for berries, strawberries, raspberries and apples since us and the neighbors all grow some sort of fruit in small quantities. He seemed pretty young to be on his own so we would just run him off. Now he's grown up a bit, he didn't seem too worried about us before and now he just doesn't care. We've found he doesn't much care for fireworks though, so at least I have an excuse to make noise late at night.
I've been out here in NW montana for almost 20 years and have yet to see a grizzer unless we go up north a bit near glacier nat'l park. Still haven't seen a (live) mountain lion, sneaky cats...

Seen a few bobcats and lions (about a dozen or so). Had a mountain lion track me on opening day in SoCal=tracks overlying my footprints!

While teaching a Jungle Ecology course in Guatemala in grad school, we were heading back to the hotel (in Tikal) when we heard a coughing sound. My students asked what it was and I laughed it off as "nothing"=they kept asking and finally I told them that we had had a jaguar following us for about 1/2 an hour!
 
I have seen several and walked up on one grunting and moaning while defecating. Noises sounded no different than a truck stop bathroom.

My favorite is an old Ed Zern story about a bear hunt in Maine. 5-6 paragraphs to prime you for what he was taking and how he prepared. Two more for the drive up and when he was almost to Northern Maine he saw a traffic sign stating "Bear Left for Canada", so he turned around and went home.
 
I taught my family you will smell the bear before you see it. The misses was weeding her flowers infront of the bushes. She smelt scat. She got up and the bear came out of the thick bushes between the house. She was 4' away from the bear the whole time. She was thinking she was feeding the deer but it's been the bear the whole time.

I was getting in the car and had this bear about ten feet from me. I put my arms up and yelled go away bear. He turned and walked away. It seems he wants to be friends. My dog hates him. I keep my 41mg on me just Incase. I really don't want to hurt him.

Before this cub showed up we had a 400# male in the yard constantly raiding my fruit trees, rasberries.
One night he was hooting for a mate. She hooted back and I haven't seen him since.

Now I need to take in the bird feeders in the springtime. We came home from going out for breakfast and he was in my driveway with my bird feeder in his mouth. He was in no rush to leave. He hasn't found my blueberries yet. He eats all my apples, pears, cherries.

Night time bass fishing at 4am I hear the bears closeby hootin at each other. There's a school not far way that's reporting bears are hanging around there. I split garlic bass attractant on the bumper of my car. I had a bear come through the bushes at the rear of my car. I'm about 35 yards away with a fishing rod. I waited till daylite to leave. I go fishing heavy now.
 
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It was 1974. Back when you could drive your personal vehicle through Mount McKinley (Denali) National Park. We rounded the bend and saw several cars pulled over. Everyone was looking at momma bear and two cubs foraging in the grass. An impressive sight. Beautiful bears.

One ignorant fool got out of his car with camera in hand wanting a closeup shot. He stepped into the grass and walked towards the bear. No less than 70 yards away, momma bear stood up and looked straight at the fool and issued a hrrrumph. The she charged which turned out to be a bluff.

Meanwhile others were yelling at the fool to get back. The fool retreated rather hastily as we shook our heads at him. He and his family drove off with embarrassed looks on their faces.

Idiots like him are why you can no longer drive through the park. Everyone gets on a bus instead. :rolleyes:
 
Dad was a Game Warden for 33 years and plenty of black bear stories. When I was in the 5th grade someone brought him a little female bear cub. Of course my sister and I named her Smokey, I know real original. This little critter was instantly part of the family. She loved orange push up ice cream and would lay in your arms like a baby if she had her honey bottle. We kept her for about 2 months even took her to school, she was maybe 5-6 lbs when we got her. I'll never forget that little devil.

He also trapped them for the state of Virginia in the late 90's. A bear that has been in a foot snare for about 15-20 hours is one grumpy customer. They would strip all the bark off any tree that was within reach. And popping their jaws when you walked up on them. We would dart them, weigh, pull a tooth to age them, put a collar on them if it was a sow, and tattoo the inside of each bears mouth. Then you would give them the antidote and back up. They would come too and look like they had been on a drinking binge going off the mountain, good times.
 
A bear that has been trapped usually is cranky: The big male who lost his collar (described above) woke up hungry, thirsty, a drug hangover and an earache (new earring!). Went over and ate about 10 pounds of puppy chow, drank a gallon or two from a fish pond.
 
We had a family day about 17 years ago my wife and I had just started dating. I took her home for the weekend and took her to the family day. The biologists had darted a sow and brought her and her 5-6 week old cubs from their den for all the families to see and hold the cubs. It was a great experience as most people had never seen a bear up close let alone hold a cub. After it was over I was volunteered by dad to help take the sow and cubs back to the den. A 250 lb bear is no fun to carry up over a ridge to her den. It took 5 or six of us to do it. After she was at the den I came on back down. And we went home.
A day or so later dad calls and says the biologist didn't put Vick's vapor rub on her nose and on the cubs. So when she came to and smelled humans on the cubs she left them. And two biologist went after her to dart her and and get the cubs back to her, which they did. But somehow after it was over the man didn't unload the dart pistol and tried to holster it causing it to go off. If I remember right they measured the dose for a bear 1.5 times the size to make sure she didn't come to while working on her. So he got a dose for close to a 400 lb animal. Oh and they had no more antidote. By the time the other biologist had got the man the two miles or so back to the vehicle he was pretty bad off from the dart and had dislocated his hip in the process. Needless to say there wasn't any more family days after that fiasco.
 
We had a family day about 17 years ago my wife and I had just started dating. I took her home for the weekend and took her to the family day. The biologists had darted a sow and brought her and her 5-6 week old cubs from their den for all the families to see and hold the cubs. It was a great experience as most people had never seen a bear up close let alone hold a cub. After it was over I was volunteered by dad to help take the sow and cubs back to the den. A 250 lb bear is no fun to carry up over a ridge to her den. It took 5 or six of us to do it. After she was at the den I came on back down. And we went home.
A day or so later dad calls and says the biologist didn't put Vick's vapor rub on her nose and on the cubs. So when she came to and smelled humans on the cubs she left them. And two biologist went after her to dart her and and get the cubs back to her, which they did. But somehow after it was over the man didn't unload the dart pistol and tried to holster it causing it to go off. If I remember right they measured the dose for a bear 1.5 times the size to make sure she didn't come to while working on her. So he got a dose for close to a 400 lb animal. Oh and they had no more antidote. By the time the other biologist had got the man the two miles or so back to the vehicle he was pretty bad off from the dart and had dislocated his hip in the process. Needless to say there wasn't any more family days after that fiasco.

Depends on the drug==we used Telazol (Zolazipan and teletamine)==high therapeutic index (safety margin). Others like Carfentanyl or Etorphine (aka M-99) would be fatal to humans in seconds!
 
when we first moved out here I was in 4th grade and there was a juvenile black bear that kept showing up on our playground. Ruined recess more than once. He should have known better though, that bear's not supposed to be within 500 feet of a school.
Maybe he couldnt read the sign, that is why he was comming to school.

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Depends on the drug==we used Telazol (Zolazipan and teletamine)==high therapeutic index (safety margin). Others like Carfentanyl or Etorphine (aka M-99) would be fatal to humans in seconds!

I don't recal what it was but I know the shot alone darn near killed the feller. But carfentanyl does sound familiar. From what I can remember he was lucky to be alive. I would have to ask dad what it was they used.
If they had just used the Vick's the first time they would not have had a problem. We had used it plenty times before. We hiked back a few miles back in the mountains a year or two before the family day with an orphaned cub.
We found another sow who had cubs. She was in the base of a big red oak den tree near the VEPCO hydro electric plant We drilled a small whole in to find where she was then bored out a whole to dart her. Next we cut a chunk of the tree out large enough to reach in and Vick's up her nose and her cubs. I then placed the cub who had been in my hoodie pocket for the walk into the tree then dad gave her the antidote slapped the piece of wood back on the tree with some wood screws and backed up and watched. As far as we know she accepted the cub and raise it as her own. Those were some fun times.
 
Fentanyl is a common street drug==much less toxic.

Our last bear had been raiding a golf course in Pasadena and we trapped him in a school yard.
 
Fentanyl is a common street drug==much less toxic.

Our last bear had been raiding a golf course in Pasadena and we trapped him in a school yard.

Trust me I know what fentanyl is, doc prescribed me patches years ago when I had my tonsils and uvula removed. I tried one patch and it didn't stay on long very long a few hours. To powerful for me. Not fun vomiting after having throat surgery. If I remember I'll ask dad tonight when I call him what they used. Me not being an employee I wasn't allowed to handle the dart gun.
 
On a lighter note, one of my best bear stories happened only a couple years ago. I was deer hunting a 100 acre property belonging to a good hunting buddies aunt.

Following the trail to my stand, I had to "go", and couldn't hold it. Walked to the edge of the path (the surrounding woods where all prickers), I did my business, then proceeded to my stand.

Later that morning my buddy showed up, all excited he had found bear sign. A big one. Walking back down the trail with him, we came to my morning deposit. He was all excited, poking it with a stick, and pointing out how the bear had been feeding in the nearby corn patch. I was kind of embarrassed - I didn't think it was that big.. He then stuck his finger in it and said it was fresh. I didn't say anything other than to agree with him, and to this day, he still thinks a big bear is roaming his aunts farm......

Larry
 
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I was muzzleloader hunting this past fall on the family property with a friend of mine. He wanted to kill a bear, I've never felt the need always enjoyed watching them. And they don't taste near as good as venison. Anyway we were riding the ATV back from an evening hunt. I came around the turn and there was a bear bedded down about 60 yards from us. I stopped the ATV and pointed it out to my friend. And told him here's your chance if you want him take him. To my suprise and relief he said he didn't feel like fooling with a bear tonight. So we watched it for a few minutes until he finally sauntered off over the ridge. Dad wasn't happy seems the bear had torn his bird feeders down the night before.

I've had bear quite a few times but the only way that I found that I liked it was ground up into burger or canned. Otherwise it was always to greasy. But the way the population is exploding in Virginia for black bear I may be on the look out for new ways to fix it.

As a kid you never seen a bear and if someone did it made the local paper. Now it seems every time I have been home for the past few years I always see one or two bear each time. They are everywhere now and a lot of the bear hunters don't care to kill them they just like to run them with dogs. Unless they have a someone who has never killed a bear usually a kid they will let them kill it.
 

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