Post by tuketu on Nov 2, 2022 15:24:01 GMT -4
This is not a long story as I do not know the details of the hunt,. What I do know is this is a lesson in respect and perseverance!
I have never met Billy personally, but he reached out on Nova Scotia Bear Hunting Facebook page asking for guidance.
Let me quantify my knowledge by saying that firstly , I'm no Professional bear hunter nor do I profess to be . I've been doing it for a long time and have learned a few things along the way , as well as being mentored by a truly respected Guide in my area ...Lost Hunter! That said, I'm more than happy to pass on my limited knowledge to any new hunters .
Billy is middle aged and new to hunting and in our conversations, what I had learned would is that he loved hunting and had a profound respect for any animal he attempted to harvest. To me that meant more than anything and I would help him in any way I could.
No sooner had I got home from helping Nontypical recover his bear, I got a call from Billy saying he shot a bear and can't find it! His text seemed desperate, he couldn't find it and was really upset. I did what I could to reassure him that he would find it and not panic. Again darkness was our foe. It was calling for a cool night so that afforded us some time to hope that the meat would not spoil. I told him to go home and hit the woods again at first night the next morning. That would afford him the ability to see distance in the woods as apposed to walking within feet of a dark blob at night. Again a rifle shot bear I told him to slowly and meticulously walk out every bear trail looking for any speck of blood ... to no avail . After several hours he gave up the chase but would not relent for long.
He had shot the bear Saturday night , and looked for a good part of Sunday, a day that saw near record high temps, for sure the meat would be spoiled, but Billy continued to seek recovery. Somewhere in his DNA he could not let that animal go , he had to know it's fate. And I'll be damned, Sunday morning he messaged me " I found it". From the pictures he had send I was sure the meat was unsalvageable, even the yotes had chewed at it overnight. That wasn't acceptable to Billy ....hell or high water that bear was coming home, and alone he drug it out. As it turned out ... for some reason that defies comprehension , there was no smell to that meat and the heart was a hearty red color. I was baffled yet over joyed that his persistence had paid off . No one deserved it more that Billy .
As a bowhunter I have this infinity to name people in an indigenous way ... I told Billy his name would be "Spirit Hunter" !
His reverence and respect for the animals he hunts along with his perseverance for closure makes him worthy of the title.
A picture's worth a 1000 Words
tuk
I have never met Billy personally, but he reached out on Nova Scotia Bear Hunting Facebook page asking for guidance.
Let me quantify my knowledge by saying that firstly , I'm no Professional bear hunter nor do I profess to be . I've been doing it for a long time and have learned a few things along the way , as well as being mentored by a truly respected Guide in my area ...Lost Hunter! That said, I'm more than happy to pass on my limited knowledge to any new hunters .
Billy is middle aged and new to hunting and in our conversations, what I had learned would is that he loved hunting and had a profound respect for any animal he attempted to harvest. To me that meant more than anything and I would help him in any way I could.
No sooner had I got home from helping Nontypical recover his bear, I got a call from Billy saying he shot a bear and can't find it! His text seemed desperate, he couldn't find it and was really upset. I did what I could to reassure him that he would find it and not panic. Again darkness was our foe. It was calling for a cool night so that afforded us some time to hope that the meat would not spoil. I told him to go home and hit the woods again at first night the next morning. That would afford him the ability to see distance in the woods as apposed to walking within feet of a dark blob at night. Again a rifle shot bear I told him to slowly and meticulously walk out every bear trail looking for any speck of blood ... to no avail . After several hours he gave up the chase but would not relent for long.
He had shot the bear Saturday night , and looked for a good part of Sunday, a day that saw near record high temps, for sure the meat would be spoiled, but Billy continued to seek recovery. Somewhere in his DNA he could not let that animal go , he had to know it's fate. And I'll be damned, Sunday morning he messaged me " I found it". From the pictures he had send I was sure the meat was unsalvageable, even the yotes had chewed at it overnight. That wasn't acceptable to Billy ....hell or high water that bear was coming home, and alone he drug it out. As it turned out ... for some reason that defies comprehension , there was no smell to that meat and the heart was a hearty red color. I was baffled yet over joyed that his persistence had paid off . No one deserved it more that Billy .
As a bowhunter I have this infinity to name people in an indigenous way ... I told Billy his name would be "Spirit Hunter" !
His reverence and respect for the animals he hunts along with his perseverance for closure makes him worthy of the title.
A picture's worth a 1000 Words
tuk
