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<blockquote data-quote="67_Reasons" data-source="post: 76784158" data-attributes="member: 432543"><p><strong><span style="font-size: 12px">“The Rifle Said to the Gun” </span></strong></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px">A journal of an empathic hunter in 1963... </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px">“<em>More like a bedtime story</em>” </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px">Nov 10th – so, here I am in a big forest in the state of South Dekota, on an elk trip in a winter that started off mild for this state. It's 68 degrees here and even though I should have known better than to come under prepared, I am dressed for a spring turkey hunt rather than for winter elk. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px">Nov 11th – I came across a cave, looks like a grizzly den although I’m armed with a double barrel 12guage I have not a license to hunt bears in this state, so I decide to pass by and ignore the cave for now. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px">Nov 11th at night – A slight chill hit the wind as it seems to be a storm moving in, I dread the fact that I’m in warmer weather clothes but there were some signs of elk close by but there is not a bugle as far as I could hear. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px">Nov 12th – It started snowing, so I needed to find shelter and so I managed to move to the cave I’ve found a small trek back. As I entered the cave I heard a moaning sound, and I turned on my flashlight to find that there was a sow who just had her two cubs, but it seemed as if they were stillborn. Knowing I could have taken the bear and used her pelt as a blanket over the unknown time I had in what is now a blizzard, instead of killing her I "for some foolish sounding reason" approached her. As she was laying there depressed, I placed my hand on the behemoth's shoulder and she rolled over and for some odd reason it dawned on me that she might be better for me alive. Her warmth was a welcoming feeling against the nagging frigid air in my lightweight ghillie suit. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px">Nov 14th – I’ve been in this cave with this giant lady for two days now and it’s dawned on me that even though her summer forage will sustain her through the winter, I need sustenance myself. Well with no other creature in the area to compete with, I reluctantly decided to make an advance toward her, which seemingly she was not agitated in the doing of so, my new surrogate was more than willing to supply me with. The milk is greasy and fowl tasting. But all I know now is that it was better than the alternative of malnutrition. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px">Dec 1st – As the snow was melting, this was the first time I think anyone has ever camped in a cave with a live bear, but my new mother bear has proven to me that not all in nature is dangerous and people should be more open minded of this. It seemed as if this will be the first Christmas away from family. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px">“Suddenly a thumping sound was heard in the skies above the cave.” </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px">As I was up and ready to leave, I grabbed the shotgun and walked outside and followed the sound of the rotors, as a silent moment was brief in the forest a howling sound had echoed through the woods, wolves. As I turned around the bear was following me, but the wolves started encircling us. So, I tried to load both chambers and as I turned around, they attacked us. She managed to rescue me from them, I did not have the gun barrels cleared before they came after the mother sow and I fired both shots into the air, and the wolves were frightened away, the helicopter returned and I loaded a flare into the left chamber and as I turned she was looking at me and I decided before I popped the shot of to give her one last hug, and I told her “Thank you for taking care of me”. And she walked away to look for her boar. As I popped the flare into the sky the helicopter came down in an open hill, I boarded for home with minimal amounts of frostbite and hypothermia. </span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="67_Reasons, post: 76784158, member: 432543"] [B][SIZE=3]“The Rifle Said to the Gun” [/SIZE][/B] [SIZE=3] A journal of an empathic hunter in 1963... “[I]More like a bedtime story[/I]” Nov 10th – so, here I am in a big forest in the state of South Dekota, on an elk trip in a winter that started off mild for this state. It's 68 degrees here and even though I should have known better than to come under prepared, I am dressed for a spring turkey hunt rather than for winter elk. Nov 11th – I came across a cave, looks like a grizzly den although I’m armed with a double barrel 12guage I have not a license to hunt bears in this state, so I decide to pass by and ignore the cave for now. Nov 11th at night – A slight chill hit the wind as it seems to be a storm moving in, I dread the fact that I’m in warmer weather clothes but there were some signs of elk close by but there is not a bugle as far as I could hear. Nov 12th – It started snowing, so I needed to find shelter and so I managed to move to the cave I’ve found a small trek back. As I entered the cave I heard a moaning sound, and I turned on my flashlight to find that there was a sow who just had her two cubs, but it seemed as if they were stillborn. Knowing I could have taken the bear and used her pelt as a blanket over the unknown time I had in what is now a blizzard, instead of killing her I "for some foolish sounding reason" approached her. As she was laying there depressed, I placed my hand on the behemoth's shoulder and she rolled over and for some odd reason it dawned on me that she might be better for me alive. Her warmth was a welcoming feeling against the nagging frigid air in my lightweight ghillie suit. Nov 14th – I’ve been in this cave with this giant lady for two days now and it’s dawned on me that even though her summer forage will sustain her through the winter, I need sustenance myself. Well with no other creature in the area to compete with, I reluctantly decided to make an advance toward her, which seemingly she was not agitated in the doing of so, my new surrogate was more than willing to supply me with. The milk is greasy and fowl tasting. But all I know now is that it was better than the alternative of malnutrition. Dec 1st – As the snow was melting, this was the first time I think anyone has ever camped in a cave with a live bear, but my new mother bear has proven to me that not all in nature is dangerous and people should be more open minded of this. It seemed as if this will be the first Christmas away from family. “Suddenly a thumping sound was heard in the skies above the cave.” As I was up and ready to leave, I grabbed the shotgun and walked outside and followed the sound of the rotors, as a silent moment was brief in the forest a howling sound had echoed through the woods, wolves. As I turned around the bear was following me, but the wolves started encircling us. So, I tried to load both chambers and as I turned around, they attacked us. She managed to rescue me from them, I did not have the gun barrels cleared before they came after the mother sow and I fired both shots into the air, and the wolves were frightened away, the helicopter returned and I loaded a flare into the left chamber and as I turned she was looking at me and I decided before I popped the shot of to give her one last hug, and I told her “Thank you for taking care of me”. And she walked away to look for her boar. As I popped the flare into the sky the helicopter came down in an open hill, I boarded for home with minimal amounts of frostbite and hypothermia. [/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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