Bear picture
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 8:57 pm
I had to write an essay on a picture that i had for English, so i chose this one figured it was cool and it was one of the days during bear season that i remembered most. So here it is.
This picture was the one I picked because I thought it was a really good at telling a lot about what I do. It was a great picture because I’m looking up at the bear and the way the bear is moving his head shows motion in the picture. The lines that go up the tree are also good because it causes you to look up the picture and then get to the bear. The picture tells about me because I like to hunt and run dogs. I like to run the dogs and listen to them run. Until you’ve tried this sport you have no idea what it is like. The best way I can explain it would be that it’s like an addiction, but not a bad one. It’s a positive addiction, one that lets you be out in the wild and enjoying the outdoors, it would not be a good sport for someone that does not like exercise. I say this because depending on the day, you could be climbing up a mountain to 3000 feet, or you could be swimming in a swamp to get to the bear tree. And all the while, you have to decide if it’s a big bear, and whether or not you want to drag him back out while taking the dogs out too.
We had found a new cornfield that we had never hunted before. We had gone there the weekend before this one to scout it. While we were scouting it, we found a few sets of big bear tracks, so we knew that there was a few big bears in there. We left it alone and decided we weren’t going to hunt it until shooting season. We got up and drove to some cornfields, and we found some bear sign, but it was too old for the dogs to start, so we pulled over and were talking about where to go, when someone came up with the idea to go to the field that we had looked at. So we drove there, hoping the dogs could pick up something. We pulled over and took the start dog and another and started walking around the first cornfield. We got about halfway down the middle of the cornfield and the free-casted dog started striking out in the other corn piece. We then cut the dogs in the truck loose. We held the start dog for a while because he’s the fastest one. We let him go after a while and just listened to the dogs-the other four dogs sounded like they were getting further out.
We walked back to the rigs and looked at the GPS, and it said the other dogs we almost a mile out from us. Then it said that the start dog was treed, and he was only five hundred yards from where we were. We thought that couldn’t be a bear that he treed-it had to be a coon, because it treed so fast. We grabbed a leash and headed into the woods thinking he treed a coon. We headed in with a mindset of it not being a bear, getting ready to scold a dog for chasing coon. While we were walking across the hay field, we could hear him chopping, which told us that he was treed. We were walking down the road into the woods that led to the other corn piece, and then we could hear him to the left of us, so we went into the woods. Now we weren’t being quiet about going into this tree like we do for bear trees, because we thought that it was a coon. On normal bear trees when we got close, we would only walk when the dogs were barking, because the bear would hear us and bail out. We were crossing a little stream where we could just start to see the tree, when the first person that was in whispered “bear”. But before we could even get the cameras out, the bear came crashing down the tree, and ran in the opposite direction with one dog right behind it. We came out of the woods cursing, thinking that we would never see that bear again that day because he saw us. Heading back up to the trucks, we just got to them when the GPS told us he was treed again. We couldn’t believe it. But then again, with this dog’s gritty attitude it was no surprise.
We already had the leash, so we just grabbed the other camera and started in again. It was only about five hundred yards from where he was last treed, so it wasn’t going to be a long walk. We decided to go in a different way so that the wind was blowing in our faces instead of towards the bear. We moved in from down a steep bank and when we got to the bottom, we found an old road, which we later found out led to the road we were on earlier. We started up a somewhat steep bank and could see the dog at the bottom of the tree, but we couldn’t see the bear. When we got closer, we could see a bear way up, close to the top of the tree, so we started running to the bottom of the tree just in case it decided it wanted to come down. We got there and realized that he had treed right on the edge of the other cornfield, so we could have just kept going along the road and got there quicker. We weren’t the only ones breathing hard, that bear looked like he was going to fall out of the tree because he was breathing so hard. We had figured that the bear was leaving the cornfield to head into the woods, and the dog caught wind of it and found him so he had a stomach full of corn and didn’t want to run. We took a whole bunch of pictures and were under the tree when that bear started coming down the tree, he made it about three quarters of the way down and he saw us at the bottom and stayed there. After that, he started popping his jaw and teeth at us and he really wasn’t all that happy. We started to leave and I waited a little bit away from the tree so that I could catch him coming down. He didn’t look like he was coming down, so I started to leave too, when someone yelled, “He’s coming down”, so I whipped around and snapped a quick video of him coming down and leaving the premises. Then came the challenge of finding the other four dogs. We later found out that they were chasing a sow and cub all over the other side of the road.
That was the story behind this picture, it was an exiting day over all, and I would say that it was one of the best days of the year. The only part that sucked was that the shooting season was two days away, and we couldn’t find that bear again all year. He was the biggest bear that we had treed, and we had figured him to be about 250-300 pounds. Maybe next year we’ll find him again and find out his real weight.
This picture was the one I picked because I thought it was a really good at telling a lot about what I do. It was a great picture because I’m looking up at the bear and the way the bear is moving his head shows motion in the picture. The lines that go up the tree are also good because it causes you to look up the picture and then get to the bear. The picture tells about me because I like to hunt and run dogs. I like to run the dogs and listen to them run. Until you’ve tried this sport you have no idea what it is like. The best way I can explain it would be that it’s like an addiction, but not a bad one. It’s a positive addiction, one that lets you be out in the wild and enjoying the outdoors, it would not be a good sport for someone that does not like exercise. I say this because depending on the day, you could be climbing up a mountain to 3000 feet, or you could be swimming in a swamp to get to the bear tree. And all the while, you have to decide if it’s a big bear, and whether or not you want to drag him back out while taking the dogs out too.
We had found a new cornfield that we had never hunted before. We had gone there the weekend before this one to scout it. While we were scouting it, we found a few sets of big bear tracks, so we knew that there was a few big bears in there. We left it alone and decided we weren’t going to hunt it until shooting season. We got up and drove to some cornfields, and we found some bear sign, but it was too old for the dogs to start, so we pulled over and were talking about where to go, when someone came up with the idea to go to the field that we had looked at. So we drove there, hoping the dogs could pick up something. We pulled over and took the start dog and another and started walking around the first cornfield. We got about halfway down the middle of the cornfield and the free-casted dog started striking out in the other corn piece. We then cut the dogs in the truck loose. We held the start dog for a while because he’s the fastest one. We let him go after a while and just listened to the dogs-the other four dogs sounded like they were getting further out.
We walked back to the rigs and looked at the GPS, and it said the other dogs we almost a mile out from us. Then it said that the start dog was treed, and he was only five hundred yards from where we were. We thought that couldn’t be a bear that he treed-it had to be a coon, because it treed so fast. We grabbed a leash and headed into the woods thinking he treed a coon. We headed in with a mindset of it not being a bear, getting ready to scold a dog for chasing coon. While we were walking across the hay field, we could hear him chopping, which told us that he was treed. We were walking down the road into the woods that led to the other corn piece, and then we could hear him to the left of us, so we went into the woods. Now we weren’t being quiet about going into this tree like we do for bear trees, because we thought that it was a coon. On normal bear trees when we got close, we would only walk when the dogs were barking, because the bear would hear us and bail out. We were crossing a little stream where we could just start to see the tree, when the first person that was in whispered “bear”. But before we could even get the cameras out, the bear came crashing down the tree, and ran in the opposite direction with one dog right behind it. We came out of the woods cursing, thinking that we would never see that bear again that day because he saw us. Heading back up to the trucks, we just got to them when the GPS told us he was treed again. We couldn’t believe it. But then again, with this dog’s gritty attitude it was no surprise.
We already had the leash, so we just grabbed the other camera and started in again. It was only about five hundred yards from where he was last treed, so it wasn’t going to be a long walk. We decided to go in a different way so that the wind was blowing in our faces instead of towards the bear. We moved in from down a steep bank and when we got to the bottom, we found an old road, which we later found out led to the road we were on earlier. We started up a somewhat steep bank and could see the dog at the bottom of the tree, but we couldn’t see the bear. When we got closer, we could see a bear way up, close to the top of the tree, so we started running to the bottom of the tree just in case it decided it wanted to come down. We got there and realized that he had treed right on the edge of the other cornfield, so we could have just kept going along the road and got there quicker. We weren’t the only ones breathing hard, that bear looked like he was going to fall out of the tree because he was breathing so hard. We had figured that the bear was leaving the cornfield to head into the woods, and the dog caught wind of it and found him so he had a stomach full of corn and didn’t want to run. We took a whole bunch of pictures and were under the tree when that bear started coming down the tree, he made it about three quarters of the way down and he saw us at the bottom and stayed there. After that, he started popping his jaw and teeth at us and he really wasn’t all that happy. We started to leave and I waited a little bit away from the tree so that I could catch him coming down. He didn’t look like he was coming down, so I started to leave too, when someone yelled, “He’s coming down”, so I whipped around and snapped a quick video of him coming down and leaving the premises. Then came the challenge of finding the other four dogs. We later found out that they were chasing a sow and cub all over the other side of the road.
That was the story behind this picture, it was an exiting day over all, and I would say that it was one of the best days of the year. The only part that sucked was that the shooting season was two days away, and we couldn’t find that bear again all year. He was the biggest bear that we had treed, and we had figured him to be about 250-300 pounds. Maybe next year we’ll find him again and find out his real weight.