After setting up camp, Gabe, myself, and Gabe's wife, Sammy, along with their 6 month old son, Tyler, and my 2 kids, went searching for Mr. Fuzzy. Gabe and I climbed the same hill my wife Sherry shot her bear on a couple of years ago. We found a nice black phase bear a couple clicks out - too far for a stalk. We headed back to camp and along the way spotted a real nice cinnamon colored bear. He was close and worth a stalk.

We snuck within 200 meters and Gabe fired his new Remington 300 RSUM. I spotted the shot from directly behind Gabe and called a good hit. When the 150gr bullet splashed the hill behind the bear, it jumped up and ran straight at us thinking the threat was behind him. I stood up and yelled at Gabe to fire again! When the bear heard me, he quickly turned and headed down a steep, brushy draw. Gabe fired one more time and the bear spun around on impact, but kept running down hill.

It was getting dark and I did not want to challenge a big wounded bear on his turf, so we opted to come back in the morning when the odds were in our favor, not his. We hustled back up the hill where Sammy and the kids were waiting patiently in the truck.

At first light, we were on the hill and soon found a light blood trail. After about a 15 minute search, we found Gabe's bear piled up next to the creek.
The best part about the hunt is that years down the road, Gabe will be able to look at his trophy and remind Tyler of his first hunt, at 6 months old.....