DrMike
Ballistician
- Nov 8, 2006
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I got a phone call from Jason, my fellow pastor, at about 7:15 this evening. I was just finishing some wild boar chops I had grilled when he phoned to say, "I shot a bear." He has a grizzly tag, so I asked if it was a grizzly or a blackie. "I don't know," he confessed. "It's brown and not real big." I advised him to take a picture and forward it to me. It was a brown phase black bear. Now, he was wondering what to do. He wanted the pelt to rug since it was his first bear. He certainly didn't want to sacrifice the meat. I had been unable to go with him as my wife was working unexpectedly today and I had agreed to make dinner. Now, he was interrupting my meal. I finished eating, excused myself, gathered knives and skinning gear and headed off into the bush. Forty minutes later, two of his children were flagging me down as I neared where he had shot the bear. I had them jump into the truck and drove on down to where Jason was. We hauled the bear into the bed and began skinning. For the first time ever skinning, Jason did a fine job. His daughter Brianna videoed the skinning with Jason's cell phone and Jonah helped by holding legs out of the way. I have a few pictures, so I'll post them tomorrow. Since it is now 11:30, I'm going to either turn into a pumpkin or go to bed. Jason is pumped and still looking for a grizzly.