September/October 2012 EBJ (Issue 73) - Our spring bear hunt in British Columbia wasn’t going as planned. We arrived in early June, but spring was four weeks late. Deep snow hadn’t melted from the tops of mountains. Many logging roads and passes weren’t passable, taking a toll on our hunt.
Earlier, my excitement about this 16-day grizzly and black bear adventure had been beyond words. First, I would be hunting with my 32-year-old son and best friend, Dale. We had been planning this trip for almost two years, working with bowhunting consultant, Mark Buehrer, of Safari Consultants. That led us to Spike Lewis, an avid bowhunter, of Bolen and Lewis Outfitting. At last, we were hunting 16 hours a day with our guide, Chad Miller, who over-delivered in every way. I knew lifelong friendships were developing.
Each day we awoke around 7 a.m., left camp at 8:30 a.m. and we hunted until 10:30 p.m. Then came a long hike back to the truck and at least a two-hour ride back to the cabin. At 1 or 2 a.m., we’d eat supper and grab a few hours of sleep, so we would be ready for another long day of hunting.