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...
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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.
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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.
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Barry and Cody skinning out my cinnamon phase bear. We dumped the carcass at about noon at the edge of a large woodlot.
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Carcass of the cinnamon bear that same evening, after the wolves had started on him.
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"I'm gonna have to science the schit out of this." Mark Watney, Sol 59, Mars