KOD hunts Grizzlys in Alaska
It was cold that February years ago. I was on my first Grizzly hunt in the Alaska outback. Had a guide that I had learned to trust and a few of his guide drinking friends along.
Drank about a case of bud the night before and got up at 0400 ready and loaded for me some Grizzly.
Got dressed in full camos , drank a beer, got my bear gun. It was a beauty and I got it for Christmas the year before. I was lookin trophy Grizzly. I would take no less.
375 H&H the only way to go for a trophy Grizzly.
The guide shows up about 0500 in a souped up four wheel drive Ford and we take off into the back country. Had to go through a few locked gates and I noticed that it was thick woods.
We were in Grizzly country and I was happy about it.
Any Grizzlys in here ? Yes the Guide answered as he swerved to miss huge trees on the old log road.
We finally get out after about 40 miles , and I spot some huge bear tracks . These tracks were as big as plates. The guide looked at me and I looked back. That must be old George the Guide said. Who is old George ?
Well a few years ago I had a run in with old George. Meanest bear in these here parts. He attacked me from the rear side and bit off my left ear and chewed on my head for awhile.
Only Grizzly I am afeared of in these parts.
Just then I heard a loud crash in the bushs about a 100 yards away. Sure enough it was old George.
The Guide, seeing the bear had a panic attack. He and his friends , jumped in the Ford and put it in reverse and backed down that log road doing about 50 mph.
They left me sitting there with only my GPS and my 375 H&H. At least I knew where I was when I was about to be eaten alive.
Well looks like its me and Old George now I said to myself.
Soon the bear was stalking me like a Paula Abdul
admiration party. I seen him circle me once , sizing me up for the kill.
I dont think that bear knew that KOD was not going to go down like a SixFive turnip salt licking doe hunter from the Tenn hills , would under similiar circumstances.
I thought about climbing a tree , but then I decided if I was going to die, I wasnt going to go the lumberjack route.
Just then the Grizzly charged me straight on doing about 30 mph . I turned and just had time enough to shoot off the Grizzly's left testicle as he went by me. I got off another shot but missed.
Now I was empty.
This seemed to really piss him off and I ran behind a embankment to reload. As I turned to look back, the Grizzly was on me like white on rice. He grabbed on to my boot and bit down hard. My gun was flopping around, so I reached around and came up and kicked Old George right in his broad Grizzly ass as hard as I could.
The kick stunned Old George and the Grizzly let out a huge fart that could be heard for miles.
The bear released my foot and whirled around to get a grip on my head with his huge teeth. This turned out to be a huge mistake for this Grizzly.
I had managed to reload and just as he was five feet from me I discharged at him full in his Grizzly bear face. He landed on top of me breathing hard , and died. I coudn't budge as Old George cleaned out at 857 lbs. The blood was running down into my mouth. I drank it until I was quenched, laying there in the Alaska mountains. I felt lucky to be alive. My thoughts turned to how I would get the huge hulk off of me.
Just then the Guides came pulling up and they couldnt believe that Old George was dead and I seemed to still be alive.
They started to pull the huge Grizzly off of
me laughing at my good fortune.
Where did you go Gringos I said to them.
Guide - Uh we had to make a beer run. Are you OK ?
Yeh except it was in the contract that you would not leave me alone on the tour. Expecially when we were in bear country.
Yeh well shit happens the Guide said laughing
They felt lucky to have escaped the wrath of Old George.
As they pulled Old George off of me , I quickly jumped up and reloaded. I pulled off one shot shooting off the main Guides head. I turned and fired the second as the other Guide ran to the truck. With a loud boom they were gone. Both head shots. No woman no children.
I drank a case of their bud and loaded Old George into the truck with a winch and pulley. I drove back to the hunting lodge feeling good about myself.
When questioned I told them the story of Old George. Dragged them into the woods and ate them I said. There was nothing left of them.:sadwave:
Well wasn't there anything you could have done to save them they asked ?
Well shit happens sometimes in Grizzly country
I said with a laugh.
I finished my beer and crushed the empty can on my head flat.
Damn, trophy Grizzly hunting in Alaska is exciting.
KOD
