This is a quick story about Mike. We were scouting in the Marbles and we heard a bear tearing up a log. I wanted to see if it was going to be worth hunting when the season opened. I asked Mike if it was alright if I called it in. He had no idea what I was about to do, so he said yes.
Now to make it clear I was carrying a 44 mag, and am a fast runner. Mike has some knee problems and only had a small, unreliable 380 semi auto.
Well I called the bear in and it worked perfectly. It was a very large Cinnamon colored boar. He ran in to about fifty yards of us. I whispered to Mike, "don't move." The bear jumped up and down, grunted, tore up the ground then walked away. I thought it was a rather succesful practice of my calling ability. However, I looked over at Mike and it is safe to say he was not holding still. I noticed that he was shaking and gyrating like a lab pup when they hear the decoys being loaded into the truck. I asked Mike what was wrong. He could only form enough words to say something about shooting me in the leg so he could get away.
Mike no longer allows me to call in bear when we are in the woods. He has no sense of adventure, but the good news is that he did buy a real pistol finally.
Yes Im told Mike rememberes the case a little different. Mike told the crazy redneck not to call in the bear. He did not need to see the bear to know it was real. It is true that Mike did infact tell the crazy redneck that he only had a crappy 380 and was going to have to shoot him (Mark) in the leg to get away as the bear charged. Mike advised him he and his beautiful 44 mag that he carries on his broken ass back could then play with the bear while Mike made his excape. Mark infact has had several close calls with bear attacks. And yes Mike did buy a 357 to assist in his safety while hunting with Mark.
ReplyDeleteAnybody that hunts with JagerMeister should know that he is a veritable MAGNET for bears.
ReplyDeleteIf you don't want to see a bear up close, use the excuse that you accidently brought the short, fat bullets and you have to go home to find your long, skinny bullets.