Now if you look south you see Headquarters, Pierce etc. It was just outside Headquarters where I shot my bear.
I was working graveyard at the plywood mill in Pierce and one morning when I got off work, me and a buddy who came out to meet me took off for the brush at daylight for the hunt.
A couple hours into it I saw what I thought was a bear but I was looking right into the morning sun. I put my rifle up, a scoped .308 Win, and was nearly blinded!
Fortunately, I had roll over mounts on that rifle, a Rem 700 ADL, rolled if over and used the irons.
Held for the center of the black as the bear was standing on two legs trying to figure out what I was I guess, and pulled the trigger, down he went, end of hunt.
My bud and I spent the rest of the day getting my truck out of a bog, had to walk out a ways, hitched a ride with a log truck to home, got my neighbor out with his 4x4 and a long hunk of chain and back we went.
We got him stuck too for a time but eventually we all made it home later, I was supposed to work again that night but I called in sick, too pooped to pull green chain in the heat!
Ah those were the days my friends...