The bear hunt...

Well last week I asked my ever-loving husband if we could go for a boat ride after work. He said, "Sure, I'll grab my bow in case we see a bear." Me thinking, yeah right I've never seen a bear out in the boat says, "Ok." Well we went back into the salt chuck in Trader's Cove and sure enough there were 2 black bears. So I dropped my camo-donning husband off on the beach and pulled the boat back to a safe viewing distance. Meanwhile, our bloodthirsty k-9 was freaking out because she had to stay in the boat and couldn’t help dad go kill something. Well sure enough Jeremy sneaks within 30 feet of this bear – who has NO clue his life is about to be taken – and let’s an arrow loose piercing the lung and main artery of this poor little bear. Well that bear took off up the hill and died before he even knew what happened. I beached the boat and let the k-9 go find the blood trail. Then Jeremy and Kenai went in after the bear and I stayed a safe distance incase it wasn’t dead. When I was told it was safe I crawled up so see this dead bear. Kenai – our German shorthaired pointer was in a full point. It was the funniest thing – she is supposed to be a bird-pointing dog, not a bear-pointing dog. Well then I had to help my husband pull this bear out onto the beach. Have you ever held a WARM bear paw in your hand….ewiiiee kind of gave me the heebie jeebies. Then we gutted and skinned most of it so we could get it in the boat. My what an adventure we had!!!