The Bear Hunt

WARNING!!!!!

This post is about hunting. If you don't like hunting, stories of hunting, pictures of hunting (or the hunted), please pass on by. (Although, there is no blood, in case you're curious!)

Just to be safe, I'm going to start out with some pictures of the scenery, which was breathtaking.

So, this post is a little out of order with the whole timeline of the blog. At the end of August, Ian went to New Mexico on a bear hunt with his Dad and Uncle LeGrand. Ian was one of a few that got a Bear tag in the area out of hundreds of people who put in for it. AND, he's an out of state hunter. He got really lucky to get picked. He was so excited. So he geared up and went south to meet up with the guys. They did manly things, I guess. All I know is he had a GREAT time!

Ian and LeGrand waiting for the bear to come to them (...I guess!)

Ian says this is a picture of him, but all I see is the beautiful landscape. I'm taking his word that he's in there somewhere.

I think they were taking a break for some target practice or something. (Why isn't Ian writing this post? I don't know what they were doing!)

Finally on the morning of the third and last day, Ian and the guys were walking to a place where they thought they'd find some bears. Along the way, Ian thought he heard something nearby. They stopped to listen. Sure enough, it was 'the one'. It was such a great experience for him, and he felt so blessed to be able to share it with his Dad and Uncle.

The bear was actually about 250+ lbs, bigger than the picture makes it seem.

Ian and Larry. Ian is packing the bear out.

We're getting the front half of the bear mounted. It will hang in our family room. We're excited. Not ones to let anything go to waste, we ate up the meat that Ian brought home.

Bear Steak - yum yum!