Here is my Black Bear story!!! I was using a .300 Weatherby mag. You decide what cal. you want to use!!
This is one of my hunting stories. It was a tense experience, but humorous afterwards.
I was in BC Canada Elk hunting high up in the Rockies. There were six of use but in my group there is myself, my hunting partner Thomas and a guide.
We are all on horseback, for no motor vehicles were allowed in the area. We are up high looking down for signs of elk. As we rode along, I looked over on the next mountain side and see a large black bear.
The guide now sees him also. I had a tag and he ask if I wanted to take it, I told him yes.
We slowly dismounted. I pull out my Colt Sauer .300 Weatherby mag, with 3-9 Leupold scope from my scabbard and take a firing position. I estimate 300 yards. I sat down and use a fork in a small tree, take aim, BANG! Bear goís down. Guide says nice shot. We stand there figuring the best way to get to the bear. I see the bear getting up and running into a good size patch of mountain laurel/high brush. Now I am real disappointed in my shot.
It takes us about 20 minutes to work our way over the patch of laurel/high brush which is about 12 feet high. It is very thick and you cannot see more than 8 feet inside. The patch is about 30 yards by 30 yards and dark inside. We have a wounded bear to locate. Guide says ďSomebody has got to go inĒ, my partner Thomas quickly says, it ainít my fxxxing bear. I replied, I got it. I start in and realized you cannot see anything more that 8 feet, the stuff was so thick. Plus, I have a rifle with a scope on it, no open site. I dialed the scope down to 3. About that time things start rushing through my head like wounded bear thoughts and how pissed off he must be and will charge at the snap of a twig. Well, I keep moving into the brush and about that time I hear the guide shout, HERE HE COMES!! My rear end is puckered up by this time!! I think to myself, coming from where? Oh crap! I donít dare answer back and give away my position to the bear. A few seconds later I see the bear moving to my right; I turn, I pick him up in the scope, he is so close that the scope picture is a little out of focus but clear enough to see the bear and know it is a bear, I aim and take my shot. BANG! He went down and stayed down this time. Standing over the bear my knees were shaking and felt weak.
The bear went down on the edge of a big drop off angled downward into a ravine. When I say drop off, Iím talking straight down!. Way down.
We had to hold onto small trees while dressing out/skinning the bear. On the last cut the carcass took down the mountain over the edge into the ravine far below.
Now to top this off, when we got back to the horses, none of the horses would allow the bear on board or near them! I had to carry the hide with head on it draped over my shoulders all the way back to camp. About a half mile.
Well, I now have a beautiful 6 ft black bear rug in my den.
US Naval Aviation AMSC 20 years ( retired) ASW/Aircrew Wings, P2V plane capt. Also a Tail hooker, US Naval Academy (DI) Shooting Instructor (Annapolis) NDW shooting team member. VN vet, Bluenose and Shellback.
Alway keep your six covered