The Trinity Kid
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- Jul 25, 2015
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Hey everyone.
Sorry about the delay in posting the ending, but that "computer issue" I mentioned was actually my laptop telling me it was minutes from dying - permanently.
So my laptop, with practically all of the rest of my pictures, is totally toast, though I may be able to recover some of the stuff from the hard drive: I don't know. My dad is the computer nerd, not me. I'm the gun nut.
In a nutshell though, I didn't get that bear. I tracked him until I lost the trail on a rocky granite face, so I climbed that and glassed until dark and had to climb back by clouded moonlight. Fun.
The next day, which was the last day, I said screw everyone sleeping in the living room, and the cars parked behind me, and I left the house an hour before first light. I went to generally the same place and sat and glassed. I sat there in the icy fog (which was freezing to the lenses on my binoculars) for two hours, but all I saw was a little spike at 15 yards, and a dozen or so woodpeckers.
The fog rolled in thick after daybreak, so I crawled behind the rootball of a fallen pine and used the branches to make a small fire and boil some coffee. Then I moved half a mile up canyon and glassed for another two hours.
By then it was almost noon, and people were starting to come into the area, naturally. So I went home, shoveled down some pie and ham, and then drove up to the top of the canyon I was in. I glassed for another hour before the sun started going down and I had to throw in the towel.
So, concluding my 2017 California Black Bear hunt was anticlimactic. All I have to show for it are a few pictures and some lost shoe leather, but that's the way these things go sometimes.
Sorry about the delay in posting the ending, but that "computer issue" I mentioned was actually my laptop telling me it was minutes from dying - permanently.
So my laptop, with practically all of the rest of my pictures, is totally toast, though I may be able to recover some of the stuff from the hard drive: I don't know. My dad is the computer nerd, not me. I'm the gun nut.
In a nutshell though, I didn't get that bear. I tracked him until I lost the trail on a rocky granite face, so I climbed that and glassed until dark and had to climb back by clouded moonlight. Fun.
The next day, which was the last day, I said screw everyone sleeping in the living room, and the cars parked behind me, and I left the house an hour before first light. I went to generally the same place and sat and glassed. I sat there in the icy fog (which was freezing to the lenses on my binoculars) for two hours, but all I saw was a little spike at 15 yards, and a dozen or so woodpeckers.
The fog rolled in thick after daybreak, so I crawled behind the rootball of a fallen pine and used the branches to make a small fire and boil some coffee. Then I moved half a mile up canyon and glassed for another two hours.
By then it was almost noon, and people were starting to come into the area, naturally. So I went home, shoveled down some pie and ham, and then drove up to the top of the canyon I was in. I glassed for another hour before the sun started going down and I had to throw in the towel.
So, concluding my 2017 California Black Bear hunt was anticlimactic. All I have to show for it are a few pictures and some lost shoe leather, but that's the way these things go sometimes.
