One of my best hunting stories that I tell people was a spring bear hunt about 2002.
I was on an upper rim watching the south facing slope of a logged area that was returning to the brushy grassy state. After about an hour of glassing with my binos (I can't afford good glass) I saw a shiny coat jet black bear about 850 yards down the draw.
I watched for a few minutes and could see the movement of the bear, but not much since it was in the middle of a new aspen patch. I loaded up all my junk and decided to move around the area to make sure I wasn't winded.
It took me about two hours to work my way to the point I wanted to be to shoot this shiny bear, because I would constantly find an area to peak at it to make sure it didn't move. Yup, still there. Perfect.
I got my 10X50 leupold binos out to get a good look at the bear, I thought to myself that this bear is so black and shiny it will make a beutiful rug.
Knowing the bear had no idea I was around I decided just to watch the animal for a few minutes and admire the trophy that soon would be mine.
I made all kinds of plans to make sure I could get this beast out of this hell hole and settled in for the final act.
As I aimed my Ruger #1 at the bear I could not figure out which end was which so I decided to get even closer so as not to make a terrible mistake and shoot the wrong end.
I worked my way to about 40 yards making sure my wind was good and I made no noise and the bear was still in the same spot.
Now I was using my rifle scope to check out the bear and noticed a strange"line" on the bears hide. I really started paying attention to what I whas looking at and figured out I had been hunting a large black plastic leaf bag for about 3 hours. I shot it anyway.
Just joking, I did not shoot the bag but had a wonderful walk out of the hole from hell.