You wanna know my view... Maybe I should post this in the cage...
I grew up in Nucla Colorado (I know, you have never heard of it!) I am about 40 minutes from the Utah border, about an hour from the canal camp in La Sal Utah!
I did not grow up in Nucla! I grew up hunting bear with hounds in La Sal Utah!
The fact that they would try and take the annual La Sal bear hunt away from me strikes me right in the heart!
If I am willing to drop my life in Arizona, Colorado, or Norway, to go to La Sal, spend my birthday up there with family and friends, and hunt bear and live, they should let me! This is not fair to those of us, many I have known my whole life, who mark on a calendar when we drive up there, as a convoy!
Hunting bear was never a hobby to my dad and I... It was a passion and a way of making a living for our family... When you live in Colorado, a state that does not allow bear hunting with hounds, you go to Utah! When you live in Arizona where there is no pursuit and all the Blankity Blanks who close the season in the first weekend ruins it for you, you go to Utah!
My chevy gets 7 miles to the gallon... 3 if you pull our camper... which we always did when we went to Utah. I know every road on the La Sals! My initials are carved in trees, and dated, way back to when I had buck teeth, short hair, and looked like a boy! Today, my hair is long, I look like a chick, my teeth still may be a little on the bucky side, so don't mess with me, for I bite!
Brindle, true to an extent what you said about number of dogs... To my dad and I, the Pursuit season is training and culling season. Dump as many as we can, whatever don't make it, gets a strike... By three strike, they are out! So for those who drive many hours to get to the La Sals, the Blues, the Bookcliffs, or anywhere else, that 8 dog "limit" could hurt a lot of people who do this for a living. But I must admit, it is nice catching a bear with only one dog

The La Sal mountains are way more then a place to me... There were also more to my dad. That's why he made it clear not only to me, but many of his friends, spread my ashes here! Of all the mountains my dad roamed, he chose them, because they have a magic about them that no other mountains possess. All mountains are magical. But I grew up in the La Sals. I watched ol Sky Bird get the end of his jaw bit off by a bear in the La Sals. Cabo caught his first bear as a puppy in the La Sals. My boyfriend saw his first bear race in the La Sals. I watched Deeds, Shuttah, Socki, and Taz chase a bear started in the middle of Dow Canyon, by the metal water tank, over right by our canal camp, over by the pass road, Over La Sal Pass, and into Hells Canyon... Where they stayed for 4 days, finally coming out to the ranch house there at the mouth of Hells canyon... Deeds had a broken exposed toe when we dumped him... He walked to the house, and when I saw him, I scooped the evil booger up and carried him to the truck. My dad told me that day, that my Shuttah female was gonna make a dog!
I spent every birthday in the La Sals. I plan on getting married in the La Sals. Someday, I would love to live there.
I'm sorry... I really can't type anymore...