Post by tkarter on Mar 21, 2013 20:57:41 GMT -5
I and three of my friends went hunting up on La Garita. We camped and was all ready to hit the woods to try our hand at getting an Elk the next morning.
When two guys pull into our camp and said they were missing a brother who had gone scouting and didn't come back.
They didn't know the country as well as my two buddies did so they and my two buddies go out to look for the lost one.
I stayed behind with instructions to if I heard one shot fired count to ten another shot fired to go back to town and get help.
If there wasn't time for that it would be the usual three even spaced shots and I was supposed to come a running since I had the most medical training in the camp.
Well along about day break I hear those 3 evenly spaced shots. I take off hoofing it towards where those shots came from. I have a big rock shelf on one side and a nice big trail to travel. I turn the corner and run smack into a Black bear. Literally we knocked each other off our feet. I get up and run the other way and the bear does the same.
I regain my composure and go find my buddies and the one who was lost has lost a lot of blood from a cut to his leg. My buddies had done a good job of applying pressure and stopping the bleeding. I patched the cut up so we could haul him out to the doc to get the stitches he needed.
Never even saw an Elk that year. La Garita was too low in elevation for that time of year and a mild October.
When I told my buddies about the running into the black bear they laughed and said they would have to find tracks to believe that story. LOL We went and found the tracks and right where both bear and I had collided. They ask me how big the bear was? I said sitting on my butt in the middle of the trail looking at the bear he was big enough. We both went separate directions after the collision.
That was the first year Colorado would't have bear season running with Elk season. ( too many were buying bear tags and shooting Elk) Bear tags were cheaper than Elk tags were back then.
I didn't really want anyone shooting that bear anyway. He seemed like a nice bear to me.
When two guys pull into our camp and said they were missing a brother who had gone scouting and didn't come back.
They didn't know the country as well as my two buddies did so they and my two buddies go out to look for the lost one.
I stayed behind with instructions to if I heard one shot fired count to ten another shot fired to go back to town and get help.
If there wasn't time for that it would be the usual three even spaced shots and I was supposed to come a running since I had the most medical training in the camp.
Well along about day break I hear those 3 evenly spaced shots. I take off hoofing it towards where those shots came from. I have a big rock shelf on one side and a nice big trail to travel. I turn the corner and run smack into a Black bear. Literally we knocked each other off our feet. I get up and run the other way and the bear does the same.
I regain my composure and go find my buddies and the one who was lost has lost a lot of blood from a cut to his leg. My buddies had done a good job of applying pressure and stopping the bleeding. I patched the cut up so we could haul him out to the doc to get the stitches he needed.
Never even saw an Elk that year. La Garita was too low in elevation for that time of year and a mild October.
When I told my buddies about the running into the black bear they laughed and said they would have to find tracks to believe that story. LOL We went and found the tracks and right where both bear and I had collided. They ask me how big the bear was? I said sitting on my butt in the middle of the trail looking at the bear he was big enough. We both went separate directions after the collision.
That was the first year Colorado would't have bear season running with Elk season. ( too many were buying bear tags and shooting Elk) Bear tags were cheaper than Elk tags were back then.
I didn't really want anyone shooting that bear anyway. He seemed like a nice bear to me.
