Manitoba Black Bear Hunting

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near sighted bear
Bear hunter and hunting guide with Manitoba Black Trophy.

Up until that moment the bear hunter had been in cool and in complete control of his emotions and body, but an intense rush of adrenaline washed through his system and assumed control of all physical actions. He was trembling like a leaf in a line storm as he pulled the cocking rope out of his pocket, cocked and reloaded his crossbow in the remote chance he would need another shot. When the task was completed, he plopped his butt down in the camp chair and tried to relax as the elation of a successful shot fired up his spirits and the pulsating adrenaline sent waves of uncontrollable quaking through his body from head to foot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

sunset while bear hunting in Manitoba
There is something that is especially beautiful about the sunsets just above the 57th Parallel.

He thought back to the last time he had bear hunted with this hunting outfitter and how he had sat in this exact same spot, overlooking this very same bait for six days without seeing so much as a single hair of a black bear. This time, the first night on post produced a wonderful trophy and an even more wonderful experience. It was indeed a good day.

After waiting until the stability had returned to his body, the bear hunter grabbed his camera and bow, lifted and exited the ground blind and then slowly moved towards the spot where the bear was lying. It was curled up as though peacefully taking an early evening nap after overstuffing itself at its Last Supper. He poked it with the end of his monopod as he kept his bow and arrow pointed directly at its head. As he had suspected, the beast was dead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Steel Force Phat Head
The Steel Force Phat Head passed through the bear Breaking its front leg and burying itself deeply into the ground with virtually no damage.

After snapping several photos of the downed bear, the bear hunter went over to the bait barrel to retrieve his arrow, which had deeply and firmly buried itself into the ground after passing completely through its target. Taking a few photos of the arrow and blood trail he then proceeded to tear down camp. He gathered the bowhunting gear, bagged the ground blind and then toted it to the road in preparation of the arrival of the vehicle, which would contain the other bear hunters and the hunting guides.

While he waited, he took more photos of the brilliant sunset, the fauna that was beginning to burst forth behind schedule because of the late spring and the flooded landscape that held the remains of the recently melted snow as it slowly seeped into the ground. As the spirited croaking of the frogs filled the chilly, dusk air with their beautiful evening serenade, he thought of what a shame it was that each photo couldn’t capture the appealing beauty of that wilderness song as well as its colorful image.

Eventually, the transportation team arrived and the entire crew moved in to bush to help the bear hunter retrieve the downed animal. More photographs were taken and then the bear was loaded onto the stretcher, which the guides had specially designed for extraction, and hauled to the meat wagon. Delight is a less-than-adequate word to describe what he felt when the bear was rolled over exposing a big white “U” on its chest. They headed back to the lodge with the black bear, all in good spirits and all in eager anticipation of a hearty supper of fresh fish, baked beans and fried bread. It was going to be a great night.

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