I know I'm not one of the Montana guys, but I hunt withing a mile or two of the state line on the Idaho side.

I hunted hard in 2008. No shot. In 2009, two chances, didn't get a shot with my really bad eyes. (Stalking with the help of a friend. When it was time to shoot, couldn't find the bear in the scope.) Last spring (Day 37 over the three years?), I decided if it was at least a five and a half footer, or a color, I'd shoot if I Had the chance. When I saw this guy I could tell he was young, but I thought he was really pretty.

He lost a little getting rugged. Hi is now 5 foot from nose to tail, and five four from claw to claw. Now, I'm regretting it a little. Since I have two larger rugs on the wall, I should have let him walk. Oh well, his coat is nice and I love the spring hunts. I got him back from the taxidermist Tuesday.
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And yes, I know many of you would have done your rug with the mouth closed!

Anyway,about 60 more days for me...


The never-ending flight
Of future days.
Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 221