It was a long day of hiking, calling and stalking to no avail in the Pintlar Mountains of South Western Montana. Our hunting party sat over a warm plate of beef stew, as my weary mind kept wandering to the solitude of the warm sleeping bag which awaited mere yards away. Tales of the day's adventures, close encounters and plans for the next morning were entertaining, but I was done. I made my way to the canvas tent, stripped down, and settled into my cot. The cool mountain air pooled with the slight smell of kerosene and canvas to kiss my face as I nodded off for a well deserved slumber.
"MARK! MARK! BEAR!!" Blood curdling shrieks rang out in the black of night. Instantly, I awoke and grabbed my 12 gauge. The unmistakable sound of a slug chambering rang out through camp as I headed toward my mid-night alarm clock. Of course, all of this drama was in vane. Our curious camp visitor skedaddled probably after the first scream.
Great story Mark. You're right, unless it's a real monster, what we talk about are the other stories and experiences we've had with friends and family on those days in the woods or on the water. Memories forever!
Really great, Mark. I remember missing a wolf in Alaska as much as killing a bear a few days later. You hit the nail on the head!
Great job! I'm dropping some magazine subscriptions!
Awesome story...can't wait to read more from you, Mark.
Great story, Mark!
Awesome writing and pictures. Great job. Only true outfitters can understand this. Congrats
Great story Mark! The ins & outs of a year guiding are always full of adventure. Funny thing is, some of the best stories have nothing to do with hunting. Good luck this year.