Another Outhouse Story
The incident with the skunk was the only one of its kind, but we have had other “stories” from this unique blind.
The following year we again used the outhouse for cover, and it seemed to really “mask” our scent. Our guess was that this particular old homestead was well over 100 years old, and the local critters were used to the lingering human odor in the area. We had been baiting for about 10 days prior to the hunt, and it was getting hit by at least three different bear.
Its amazing that this homestead was even located in this remote part of the sand river area. It’s approximately an eight mile drive back to the brush covered old logging trail that leads to our bear hot-spot. Along the way you will not pass another house/cabin due to the inaccessibility of this chunk of state land.
Back to the hunt! My older brother Randy was going to hunt the outhouse, with me as a back-up. We had decided we would only take the 300 pounder that had been frequenting the bait station, and just film the smaller bear, who’s tracks gave them away. Usually the smaller bear come to the bait first, and then the larger ones arrive later. Not this evening! Right around 6:00 P.M. the big boar comes strolling into the bait like he owned the place. Randy is waiting for the bear to turn, and give him the shot he wants, when we see more movement, beyond the bear. We can not believe our eyes! Walking down the overgrown logging trail is a man, women, and their little toy collie! The bear looks like a frozen statue as his eyes are glued on the intruders, a mere 25 yards away. Of coarse we can’t do anything, but watch, as the bear silently melts back into the thick cover.
Those people never had a clue they were in harms way, and to this day we have no idea where they came from, or where they were going. They sure messed us up though, as that bear became nocturnal, and never visited again during shooting hours. That year it was bear (1) outhouse bear hunters (0). That’s ok though, as the next year my brothers friend Don popped a big one from that spot, but that’s another story.
Mike

September 18th, 2007 at 12:51 pm
I had a man walking his dog ruin one of my hunts one day. Oh well, and I’m honestly not sure what he was doing there either. Probably will never know.
September 18th, 2007 at 6:16 pm
Sounds like those people were lucky their collie wasn’t a bite sized snack for the bear.