Juvenile color phase bear photographed the same night as the big chevron bear succumbed to my 250-gr bullet. I watched this little guy working the bait for a good 30 minutes, and when he sauntered off he seemed so pleased with himself I swear he should have been whistling, or perhaps humming a Pooh-bear hum...
Barry works the quad up a submerged trail to get to the bait stand. The bottoms of these submerged areas are solid ice, which doesn't thaw out until July. The muskeg I walked over as described in the OP is immediately to the right of this photo.
This is the tree stand I shot the big black boar from. It's also the tree that the juvenile black bear scampered up behind me the night before.
Barry and Cody skinning out my cinnamon phase bear. We dumped the carcass at about noon at the edge of a large woodlot.
Carcass of the cinnamon bear that same evening, after the wolves had started on him.