rozziboy18
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hey guys,
my names brandon ogle, i work for a guide service here in the smokies (rocky top outfitters). we offer guided hunting and fishing trips for the visiting population through out the year, and have a lot of repeats for our bear hunts in the fall. this whole ordeal happened yesterday morning around 7:04 am and i will do my best to tell this experiance as clearly as posible.
its bear season here in the smokies again, the temp is hitting between 30-51 degrease with a fast aproching front from the north west. as usual i am incharge of taking our clients in and out of there blinds and repairing the gear for the hunting day they face. i have done this many times in the past, and i always take the usual list of gear with me up the mountain. rope, flashlight, pepermint oil, blaze orange, assortment of knifes,compass, 1st aid,water, and my 1911 or as i call it bear mase!
i had two clients yesterday morning darrell and greg and we met at 6:05 am at the rally point. they signed there wavers, got all there gear in order and we set off for gatlinburg at 6:15 am. greg would be hunting closest in on the "frontside" and darrell 3/4 of a mile back on the "backside", all of it across steep slick bear country type terrain. we arived at our final destination at 6:25 and started up the mountain, guns and flash lights in hand. we quickly came to gregs blind aprox 250 yards up the mountain, he and i shook hands and as always with my clients i said "good luck, keep your head on a swivel".
darrell and i continued onward to his blind, up another 400 yards and around 2 long draws with several down trees on the trail. we reached the summit around 6:36 and took a short breather. darrell and i were talking about his t/c 375 h&h mag and he explained to me that his 270 barrel had takin a har lick on the trip over. he told me that he dident trust it any more so now he had to hunt with what he called his "elephant gun".
we continued our journey onward, over logs and back around long draws with near vertical cliffs on our left with steep bankes to our right. we reached his blind around 6:45 ish and i went into the blind to get every thing set up for his first day in the woods. 6:48 i was on my way out of the woods
moving slow and quiet as to not disturb any near by game. i came to the section of trail affectionately dubed the "nut scruber".
a setion of the trail about 200 yards from darrells blind with two huge downed trees that makes it hard going for a 5'08 male like myself. i finished negotiating the last of the trees and took a second to dust myself off and get my bearing on the trail.i was looking down and out of my peripheral vision i saw movement dead ahead, close at that. i looked up and found that i had walked up on a 275 pound male black bear, standing 30 yards away looking right at me.
i shined my flash light with a red filter at him thinking that hes would move on but no such luck. i removed the red filter and gave him all 200 lumins right to the eyes. no movement, he stared right into the light with green/yellow reflective eyes and took a step forward towards me. at this point i was getting a little nerved and i tryed to make my self larger and he stoped again. at this point i had my kimber drawn with a bead on his head just incase he desided to charge at me.
i remember thinking to myself that if this 45 dosent stop him i might have to take my own life. a black bear wont kill you and eat you, they eat your guts out with you still alive most of the time. knowing now that he wasent the least bit afraid of me i begain my slow steady retreat. over the logs backwards falling on my rear and beating myself have to death, i made my way to the other side of the dead falls. i made eye contact with him, now standing in the same spot i had been seconds before.
he wasent showing aggression but more of curiosity. i kept my light in his eyes as i backed up slowly, so far that he was obsured from veiw. i then truned and ran as fast as i could the 175 yards or so back to my clients blind, the whole time expecting to trun and see him right on me. i reached darells blind, pail faced, out of breath, exclaiming "theres a bear in the trail about 175 yards up the trail. want to go after it?". he replied with "hell yeah i do" and climbed out of his blind.
by the time he reached my side the bear was running down the path i had take back to the blind. darrell took a knee and i shined the light and the bear came to a dead stop about 50 yards up the trail from us. i turned the light back off and darrell squeed the trigger and BOOOOM! i had for got that the t/c in 375 h&h had a muzzle break, and i was right beside him when he shot.
the 260 nosler bullet impaced just above the bears right eye, pulverizing the skull.
the large male droped in his tracks and death twiched off the slide of the steep bank, rolling for 160 yards to the bottom of the hill. i comened darrell on a great shot, as he was making jokes about me being the best "bait" he had ever used. the faital shot was fired at 7:04 if that telles you how fast it all happened. we are cracking jokes about it now, but it could have ben a bad day on the mountain.
i was smack dab in a ethical delima. do i shoot the bear or do i try and retreive my client so he can take the the bear. in the end i set some ground rules that would cause me to shoot. if he made a aggressive movement in my direction, or if when i was running and i saw him gaining ground. then i would have. but the day ended with a smiling face on both sides and a story i will tell my clients in the future. i am also sure that darrell will have aheck of a story about his first black bear!
sorry for the bad quality. this picture was taken with my bosses cell phone.
left to right darrell , my self
captcurt reminded me to mention this
the bear was taken legaly. our local game warden even stoped by to see the kill and i told him forbatum what i posted.
my names brandon ogle, i work for a guide service here in the smokies (rocky top outfitters). we offer guided hunting and fishing trips for the visiting population through out the year, and have a lot of repeats for our bear hunts in the fall. this whole ordeal happened yesterday morning around 7:04 am and i will do my best to tell this experiance as clearly as posible.
its bear season here in the smokies again, the temp is hitting between 30-51 degrease with a fast aproching front from the north west. as usual i am incharge of taking our clients in and out of there blinds and repairing the gear for the hunting day they face. i have done this many times in the past, and i always take the usual list of gear with me up the mountain. rope, flashlight, pepermint oil, blaze orange, assortment of knifes,compass, 1st aid,water, and my 1911 or as i call it bear mase!
i had two clients yesterday morning darrell and greg and we met at 6:05 am at the rally point. they signed there wavers, got all there gear in order and we set off for gatlinburg at 6:15 am. greg would be hunting closest in on the "frontside" and darrell 3/4 of a mile back on the "backside", all of it across steep slick bear country type terrain. we arived at our final destination at 6:25 and started up the mountain, guns and flash lights in hand. we quickly came to gregs blind aprox 250 yards up the mountain, he and i shook hands and as always with my clients i said "good luck, keep your head on a swivel".
darrell and i continued onward to his blind, up another 400 yards and around 2 long draws with several down trees on the trail. we reached the summit around 6:36 and took a short breather. darrell and i were talking about his t/c 375 h&h mag and he explained to me that his 270 barrel had takin a har lick on the trip over. he told me that he dident trust it any more so now he had to hunt with what he called his "elephant gun".
we continued our journey onward, over logs and back around long draws with near vertical cliffs on our left with steep bankes to our right. we reached his blind around 6:45 ish and i went into the blind to get every thing set up for his first day in the woods. 6:48 i was on my way out of the woods
moving slow and quiet as to not disturb any near by game. i came to the section of trail affectionately dubed the "nut scruber".
a setion of the trail about 200 yards from darrells blind with two huge downed trees that makes it hard going for a 5'08 male like myself. i finished negotiating the last of the trees and took a second to dust myself off and get my bearing on the trail.i was looking down and out of my peripheral vision i saw movement dead ahead, close at that. i looked up and found that i had walked up on a 275 pound male black bear, standing 30 yards away looking right at me.
i shined my flash light with a red filter at him thinking that hes would move on but no such luck. i removed the red filter and gave him all 200 lumins right to the eyes. no movement, he stared right into the light with green/yellow reflective eyes and took a step forward towards me. at this point i was getting a little nerved and i tryed to make my self larger and he stoped again. at this point i had my kimber drawn with a bead on his head just incase he desided to charge at me.
i remember thinking to myself that if this 45 dosent stop him i might have to take my own life. a black bear wont kill you and eat you, they eat your guts out with you still alive most of the time. knowing now that he wasent the least bit afraid of me i begain my slow steady retreat. over the logs backwards falling on my rear and beating myself have to death, i made my way to the other side of the dead falls. i made eye contact with him, now standing in the same spot i had been seconds before.
he wasent showing aggression but more of curiosity. i kept my light in his eyes as i backed up slowly, so far that he was obsured from veiw. i then truned and ran as fast as i could the 175 yards or so back to my clients blind, the whole time expecting to trun and see him right on me. i reached darells blind, pail faced, out of breath, exclaiming "theres a bear in the trail about 175 yards up the trail. want to go after it?". he replied with "hell yeah i do" and climbed out of his blind.
by the time he reached my side the bear was running down the path i had take back to the blind. darrell took a knee and i shined the light and the bear came to a dead stop about 50 yards up the trail from us. i turned the light back off and darrell squeed the trigger and BOOOOM! i had for got that the t/c in 375 h&h had a muzzle break, and i was right beside him when he shot.
the 260 nosler bullet impaced just above the bears right eye, pulverizing the skull.
the large male droped in his tracks and death twiched off the slide of the steep bank, rolling for 160 yards to the bottom of the hill. i comened darrell on a great shot, as he was making jokes about me being the best "bait" he had ever used. the faital shot was fired at 7:04 if that telles you how fast it all happened. we are cracking jokes about it now, but it could have ben a bad day on the mountain.
i was smack dab in a ethical delima. do i shoot the bear or do i try and retreive my client so he can take the the bear. in the end i set some ground rules that would cause me to shoot. if he made a aggressive movement in my direction, or if when i was running and i saw him gaining ground. then i would have. but the day ended with a smiling face on both sides and a story i will tell my clients in the future. i am also sure that darrell will have aheck of a story about his first black bear!
sorry for the bad quality. this picture was taken with my bosses cell phone.
left to right darrell , my self
captcurt reminded me to mention this
the bear was taken legaly. our local game warden even stoped by to see the kill and i told him forbatum what i posted.
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I would be carrying something better than the Kimber
