This past week I had one edict, the funny thing was that it
was a request from more than one person. What is it you ask? What is this
request that not only one person would request of me but two? Well it ended up
being a quite simple request but there were a few touch and go moments. The
request from both my wife and my sister-in-law………don’t kill my brother! That’s
right, my brother Bob came up for the week. He was a great help with prepping
the bear sites each day as well as lots other things around camp. He went with
me each day as we visited each of the bear sites. He was sore and tired at the
end of the days but had a lot of fun, by the end of the week he said he could
feel a difference and was not getting nearly as sore at the end of the day.
It was a busy week for him to come up as bear season opened
last Friday and we had 11 hunters in camp. If you were to ask Bob I think he
would tell you there were about 5-6 times he was not sure he was going to make
it through a given day. Whether it be from exhaustion, my driving on the
logging roads or the close call we had with a pack of wolves.
Of the 11 hunters in camp this past week, 9 harvested bear,
1 missed and 1 had an opportunity but did not want his hunt to be over in the
first 20 minutes and never got another opportunity the rest of the week. There
were groups from West Virginia, Minnesota, Wisconsin and Illinois.
The most intense moment of the week came when we went to
recover a bear for one of the West Virginia boys. He had come in and said that
he had gotten a nice bear and needed help getting it out. So Bob and I jumped
in the 4 wheeler and headed out to help him get his bear! His stand was 10
miles down the road and about 4 miles down a logging road and by the time we
got to his stand it was well after dark. When we arrived and turned off the 4
wheeler the first thing we heard was a wolf howl, it sounded close but not that
close, maybe 100 yards. Soon after that another 2-3 howled much closer, maybe
50 yards. Then another howled and it sounded like it was right next to us! I
asked the hunter which direction his bear was and he pointed in the direction
of the last howl…..oh oh, that’s not good……Armed with flashlights we headed
towards the sound of the howl. As we were walking I was thinking…….well, I know
can outrun at least one of these guys if things turn ugly, the problem is that
was my brother and I kinda promised to keep him alive this week. Fortunately, a
few guys armed with flashlights is intimidating to the wolves and they vacated
the area. Unfortunately, they had done a number on the bear in the short time
the hunter was gone. They had eaten much of the stomach area, they had not
gotten to the meat or the hide so we were able to recover the majority of the
bear.
The group from Illinois had an intense moment as well when
they went to recover a bear that one of them had harvested. Again, it was well
after dark when they were looking for their bear. As they were walking together
in the dark they heard a noise close to them and they scattered and screamed
like little school girls in different directions! Once they got back together
they had no idea which way the road was. They argued which direction to head in
order to get back to the road. They determined that the road was to the
west…..wrong… it was actually to the east…. After walking a while to the west
they determined that they must have went the wrong way and turned around and
headed east where they eventually hit the road. We had sent out a search party
who found them on the road…..they all made it back to camp at 3am.
Barb is continuing to run each morning, she had her fastest
mile (9:58) and fastest 5k (32:00) this week. She has also been going crazy in
the kitchen making an awesome blueberry pie, some Morning Glory muffins and a
huge batch of monster cookies that we got addicted to after an attorney at her
old job had given us some a few months ago. She also continued with another one
of her favorite pastimes, she loves to find the stupidest fishing lures and see
if she can catch fish on them! Actually……she usually picks out what she thinks
is the prettiest lures, buys them and tries them out. This week, it was a silly
looking pink crank bait and she out-fished both Bob and I with it!
All in all it was a great week, it was great to see Bob and
spend some time with him and he made it home to Minnesota no worse for the wear
with a and gallon of blue berries and a limit of walleyes and northern pike.
Not a lot of pictures this week but those who are interested in seeing pictures
of the successful can click on this link to the Pasha Lake website.