Wayne in BC
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Back in Camp all was well and Jody was glad to see us
he quickly and proudly showed John's son Randy what his "guard duty" was about. After a quick recount of the mornings excitement and a round of laughs at my expense, all us guys were of the same opinion, there was a sad chore to be dealt with.
John mentioned that even though they had been coming in early, there had been some activity back a few miles nearer to the road and firing any shots on a Sunday could possibly lead to nosy weekend fishermen making a report. We had not had any incidents with the government flunkies, didn't want to start one for sure. Now and again they would buzz by in a helicopter just to remind us that they knew our location, but because of the big country and the fact that nobody but a couple other guides had ever found the camp, well, that was a factor also.
How do we proceed from here? We also had the kids there and did not want to seem callous about the nasty chore that now faced us.
I kept the dog away and we backed off a ways but now the cub would not come down the tree. One more risky shot on a Sunday? Nope not gonna go there.
hey which one of you kids wanna climb up and shake that critter loose?
I seem to remember Jody losing his new found bravado but Randy went up the tree.......and the damn bear hopped to the next and smaller one so.......that tree got shook a bunch with no luck 
Finally we all saw the futility, the shot was fired and evidence buried. Yah we hated it but were obligated. The boys were sad but understood as country kids do. Jody got a bearclaw for a keepsake, which at age 37 he still has.
We never had any problem so the shots had not been noticed or maybe ignored. Although quite remote, the Cutthroat trout fishing in that little river was kinda famous and in summer some fishermen would walk many miles up it.
This the camp where the incident happened, the blue tarp indicates that i finally ran out of silicone and those $*%$&*# bears were not done with us yet! Note the spotting scope on the stump, there are open mountain sides right above. That pic was probably taken in the early 80's and that same old Bushnell spotting scope, about a 1975 model, is still being used as last month i loaned it to John to spot his targets in Pistol competition.
John mentioned that even though they had been coming in early, there had been some activity back a few miles nearer to the road and firing any shots on a Sunday could possibly lead to nosy weekend fishermen making a report. We had not had any incidents with the government flunkies, didn't want to start one for sure. Now and again they would buzz by in a helicopter just to remind us that they knew our location, but because of the big country and the fact that nobody but a couple other guides had ever found the camp, well, that was a factor also.
How do we proceed from here? We also had the kids there and did not want to seem callous about the nasty chore that now faced us.
I kept the dog away and we backed off a ways but now the cub would not come down the tree. One more risky shot on a Sunday? Nope not gonna go there.
hey which one of you kids wanna climb up and shake that critter loose?

Finally we all saw the futility, the shot was fired and evidence buried. Yah we hated it but were obligated. The boys were sad but understood as country kids do. Jody got a bearclaw for a keepsake, which at age 37 he still has.
We never had any problem so the shots had not been noticed or maybe ignored. Although quite remote, the Cutthroat trout fishing in that little river was kinda famous and in summer some fishermen would walk many miles up it.
This the camp where the incident happened, the blue tarp indicates that i finally ran out of silicone and those $*%$&*# bears were not done with us yet! Note the spotting scope on the stump, there are open mountain sides right above. That pic was probably taken in the early 80's and that same old Bushnell spotting scope, about a 1975 model, is still being used as last month i loaned it to John to spot his targets in Pistol competition.
