New Brunswick Canada

The 3rd Time Was A Charm In
New Brunswick Canada

Twenty five years ago as a young couple in our 20's, my wife and I headedto New Brunswick Canada for a black bear hunt. My wife was going only asa companion and would not be hunting.

First Year

On day three a bear came right for the bait. When the bear's head enteredthe scope, to my surprise the gun went off. With the excitement of seeingmy first bear I put too much pressure on the trigger and the gun went offbefore the bear hit the cross hair. That ended my first hunt.

Second Year

The following year I was back on the same stand. The first night a hugebear came up behind me and circled around for the bait. This time I wasunder control and ready for the bear to hit the bait. The bear never camein that night, or the rest of the week. So ended my second hunt.

The Moment of Thruth

My third year in New Brunswick Canada I was back on the same stand, for another try for the bigbear. The bears were a no show the first two nights, so I moved on.

''Memorable'' Bear Hunt in New Brunswick Canada

Day five would be a night on stand I will never forget. At 7:50 PM Iheard a tree fall and moments later I seen the legs of a bear appear outin front of my stand. When the bear came into full view I could see hewas big. Before reaching the bait the bear put it's head up to scentcheck the air. He must have caught my scent, because he turned and headedfor my stand. When he reached the path to my stand he scent checked theair again. He knew the human scent was more than normal and kept comingtowards my stand. After a few more steps he scent checked the air again.

This time I could see saliva dripping from his mouth. I hoped it was forthe bait and not me. Then he moved in right to the ladder of my stand,and looked straight up at me.

By now my legs where shaking like neverbefore. Thankfully I could not put my heels down onto the platform of mystand, even though I tried hard. If they would have touched the platform,it would have sounded like I was playing a set of drums. I tried not tolook down at him for fear he would see my eyes, but I just could notresist. Either way it would not have mattered because I was wearing afull face mask (I hoped).

Deciding I was just a big blob in the tree, thebear turned and headed for the bait. I put the scope up and all I seenwas black.

I slowly raised my gun and put the cross hair right behind hishead and pulled the trigger. When I pulled off my face mask I could notbelieve what laid a mere five yards below my stand.

A bear of a lifetime that weighed 425 pounds and later was determined tobe a 22 1/2 year old male.

Truly, The 3rd Time Was A Charm In New Brunswick Canada.