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Ok, I promised a grizzly story so here it goes. Probably won't compare to a OMM story but you asked for it!!!
Up in Alaska one of the many things I did was hunt. Especially when it came to duck and goose hunting. My trusty lab (Mandy) and I would hit the saltwater tidal flats and we usually ended up with our fair share of the ducks. One thing you have to understand about Mandy, She was by far the best trained lab I have ever owned. I've raised labs all my life but none campared to this dog. She was whistle trained and would come hauling ass anytime I blew that whistle.
We usually hunted the weekend but I had a few days off during the week so up at 6am and off to the tidal flats we went. To our right was the Kasilof river and in front of us was the bay. To our left and behind us was woods.
Nice crispy morning, blue skies and Mandy and I are in the blind. I have myself a nice cup of coffee and I'm smoking a ciggy. I can see off in the distance a flock of ducks heading our way in from the bay.
All of a sudden my dog starts to growl which is very unusual for her. I poke her in the side and tell her to shut up and we keep watching the ducks. A few minutes pass by and now she stands up and has this badass growl going and the hair on her body is standing up. ......WTF?? Whacked her on the head and told her to shut up there were ducks flying in. She sits back down.
Ducks are now within 100 yards of the blind AND MY DOG BOLTS OUT OF THE BLIND AND STARTS BARKING??? wtf again ???? I started swearing like a drunk sailor. Alright, cover blown WTF is your malfunction dog??
Mandy starts to run towards the river......what the hell? Tide is out so the river is low what the hell you barking at?? A Salmon??? Just then I start to see this big ol brown hump.......what the hell is that? All I can see over this 5 ft tidal grass is this brown hump. Hmmmm, not a moose, not a caribou thats for sure..........I'm stumped.
Just then Mandy bolts toward the river at full pace. Must be a good 75 yards to the river from where we are. I'm blowing my whistle and she ignores me. Now I'm really pissed.......chasin a damn dog through all this tidal grass. I start walking towards the river when I finally get to see what this brown hump was.............a big ass grizzly!! OH SHIT!!!!!! I go to grab my pistol............mother fucker.....it's in the truck so all I have is a 12 gauge with bird shot..........I'm screwed.
I can see Mandy running around in circles around the bear and it's trying to grab her. Good lord. 2500 dollar lab down the drain plus my best friend. I blow the whistle some more. And she starts to finally run back............bad news is..............the bear is right behind her.
Awww shit I'm a good 30 yards from the tree line and my truck is 25 yards past that...........I start to haul ass through the tidal grass. I make it about 20 yards look back and I can see they have cut the distance in half...............I'm fucked.....I make it to the tree line and they are closing in............I start making my way up the hill and through the trees.................I finally make it to the top of the hill and I can hear branches braking and the bear huffing. I get to the very top and Mandy passes me!
Good thing my truck was at the top where I came up, jumped in my truck and I felt it move.......the bear headbutted my truck!!! I look for Mandy and I can see in my rear view mirror she is already headin out..............what a friend..........leaves me to deal with the bear..............start my truck and threw gravel all over the bear.
Stopped on the way out and picked up Mandy......she was one wore out pup. I had to lift her into the back of my truck. She couldn't even jump in. I got home whicj was about 10 minutes from where I hunt and called a few friends. We went out there with enough ammo and guns to fight a small war but no bear to be found. We did go down to the river and found tracks. Paw prints double the size of a dinner plate. Stopped at the blind where I had abandoned all my gear and it was torn to shreads. My thermos has holes in it all the way through. Still have that thermos to remind me.
Up in Alaska one of the many things I did was hunt. Especially when it came to duck and goose hunting. My trusty lab (Mandy) and I would hit the saltwater tidal flats and we usually ended up with our fair share of the ducks. One thing you have to understand about Mandy, She was by far the best trained lab I have ever owned. I've raised labs all my life but none campared to this dog. She was whistle trained and would come hauling ass anytime I blew that whistle.
We usually hunted the weekend but I had a few days off during the week so up at 6am and off to the tidal flats we went. To our right was the Kasilof river and in front of us was the bay. To our left and behind us was woods.
Nice crispy morning, blue skies and Mandy and I are in the blind. I have myself a nice cup of coffee and I'm smoking a ciggy. I can see off in the distance a flock of ducks heading our way in from the bay.
All of a sudden my dog starts to growl which is very unusual for her. I poke her in the side and tell her to shut up and we keep watching the ducks. A few minutes pass by and now she stands up and has this badass growl going and the hair on her body is standing up. ......WTF?? Whacked her on the head and told her to shut up there were ducks flying in. She sits back down.
Ducks are now within 100 yards of the blind AND MY DOG BOLTS OUT OF THE BLIND AND STARTS BARKING??? wtf again ???? I started swearing like a drunk sailor. Alright, cover blown WTF is your malfunction dog??
Mandy starts to run towards the river......what the hell? Tide is out so the river is low what the hell you barking at?? A Salmon??? Just then I start to see this big ol brown hump.......what the hell is that? All I can see over this 5 ft tidal grass is this brown hump. Hmmmm, not a moose, not a caribou thats for sure..........I'm stumped.
Just then Mandy bolts toward the river at full pace. Must be a good 75 yards to the river from where we are. I'm blowing my whistle and she ignores me. Now I'm really pissed.......chasin a damn dog through all this tidal grass. I start walking towards the river when I finally get to see what this brown hump was.............a big ass grizzly!! OH SHIT!!!!!! I go to grab my pistol............mother fucker.....it's in the truck so all I have is a 12 gauge with bird shot..........I'm screwed.
I can see Mandy running around in circles around the bear and it's trying to grab her. Good lord. 2500 dollar lab down the drain plus my best friend. I blow the whistle some more. And she starts to finally run back............bad news is..............the bear is right behind her.
Awww shit I'm a good 30 yards from the tree line and my truck is 25 yards past that...........I start to haul ass through the tidal grass. I make it about 20 yards look back and I can see they have cut the distance in half...............I'm fucked.....I make it to the tree line and they are closing in............I start making my way up the hill and through the trees.................I finally make it to the top of the hill and I can hear branches braking and the bear huffing. I get to the very top and Mandy passes me!
Good thing my truck was at the top where I came up, jumped in my truck and I felt it move.......the bear headbutted my truck!!! I look for Mandy and I can see in my rear view mirror she is already headin out..............what a friend..........leaves me to deal with the bear..............start my truck and threw gravel all over the bear.
Stopped on the way out and picked up Mandy......she was one wore out pup. I had to lift her into the back of my truck. She couldn't even jump in. I got home whicj was about 10 minutes from where I hunt and called a few friends. We went out there with enough ammo and guns to fight a small war but no bear to be found. We did go down to the river and found tracks. Paw prints double the size of a dinner plate. Stopped at the blind where I had abandoned all my gear and it was torn to shreads. My thermos has holes in it all the way through. Still have that thermos to remind me.
Got any more stories like that one? Keep em green,
out.
