On Sept. 5, 2024, I harvested my first bear in at least two years. I was quite thrilled, and it was an exciting hunt to boot.
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| Staci Warren harvested her first bear in at least two years on Sept. 5 in Maine. SUBMITTED PHOTO |
I entered my stand around 4 p.m. Once in my stand, I put on my hat, my face mask, gloves, and sometimes my coat if it’s not too hot, then I get comfortable for a three hour sit. Based on my experiences, bears don’t usually come into the bait until close to dusk, but you have to be there early enough so that they are not scared off. I keep myself entertained, and most importantly, quiet, for the first two hours by playing a game on my phone that doesn’t require cell service since there is barely a signal.
As I sat there, I listened to red squirrels fight over the bait and chatter incessantly. The birds seemed to be quieter than usual. Then out of nowhere, I heard a huff. Three huffs, which meant that a bear was behind me. I had never heard it come in, which is typical; the small breeze made the leaves rustle just enough to block what little sound you may hear. I sat motionless.
I didn’t hear anything else, so assumed it just smelled me and left. I had been standing since I had swapped out my 45-70 open sighted rifle for my 6.5 Creedmore because I have a scope which works better in low light. The 6.5 Creedmore is longer and I couldn’t get the barrel in my scope unless I stand.
Minutes later, I spotted a bear. It had circled around me and came in downwind on my right. I couldn’t figure if it was a big bear or Little Bear, a cub we saw on our site last year that we decided was too small to hunt. It is usually the first bear to come to the barrel. I stayed motionless. I watched as it approached the barrel. It was very skittish and would not stand still. I watched as it moved to a tree then to the barrel, back and forth, very nervous. I took a picture and sent it to my husband asking, “Little Bear?” Twice the bear made a run for the tree and climbed it.
This time it sat at the bottom of the tree. I had decided it was indeed Little Bear, so I’d just watch him, when all of a sudden, a second bear, a much bigger bear, crossed in the woods and was headed to my left. I watched it and could see its head and ears as it moved toward my stand. I waited and watched it turn and come back to my right. In a flash, the bear charged Little Bear, and drove Little Bear off into the woods. The bigger bear slowly walked toward the barrel.
I readied for the shot. The bear stepped in front of the barrel. It was a good bear based on its height, it stood at the second rung of the barrel. One shot just behind his left shoulder at 25 feet. It made it to my stand and dropped. A clean, quick death is what a hunter wants, and I’m no exception. I made a perfect heart-lung shot.
By the time we field dressed the bear, got it loaded into the truck and headed home, the closest tagging station was closed. Bear needs to be tended to immediately to prevent spoilage. Unlike a deer, you don’t hang it outside, ever, unless you’re caping it. Luckily, it was a cooler day so that helped cool the bear until we got home. Overnight, the bear was stored in our cooler that we built- a room insulated to be a refrigerator of sorts, so that the meat won’t spoil. The following morning, I took it to my local tagging station and paid $5 to tag my bear.
I was happy to use my vacation day to process my bear. I first hung it and caped the fur. All the meat was put into a cooler and was later taken to a butcher who makes bacon and sausage. I saved all the fat from it and it’s now in the freezer waiting to be rendered into lard that I will use to make lotion and lip balm. I have a steady line of customers who rave about how wonderful the lotion and lip balm are to use.
I prepped the hide using a fleshing knife to remove anything left over from the bear so that only the hide remained. I then laid it out so that I could salt the hide to cure it and dry it. My plans are to send it out for tanning and then I’ll make some pillows and mittens with the fur. I saved a few claws to make some jewelry, and the remainder of the bear was placed back in the woods for coyote and any other carrion eating animal. The following day, we checked, and it was gone. I’m ready for some baked beans with my bear bacon!
Staci Warren provides a unique woman’s perspective and column on the outdoors every month. She is a freelance writer whose blog, My Mainely Girl Adventures, is about a woman hunting, fishing, trapping, foraging and living in the Maine outdoors. She also loves camping, star gazing, wildlife watching, and hunting for fossils. She’s an active member and board member of the New England Outdoor Writers Association and is a monthly columnist and feature writer for The Maine Sportsman Magazine. In her free time, she enjoys mentoring women hunters and trappers. <
Minutes later, I spotted a bear. It had circled around me and came in downwind on my right. I couldn’t figure if it was a big bear or Little Bear, a cub we saw on our site last year that we decided was too small to hunt. It is usually the first bear to come to the barrel. I stayed motionless. I watched as it approached the barrel. It was very skittish and would not stand still. I watched as it moved to a tree then to the barrel, back and forth, very nervous. I took a picture and sent it to my husband asking, “Little Bear?” Twice the bear made a run for the tree and climbed it.
This time it sat at the bottom of the tree. I had decided it was indeed Little Bear, so I’d just watch him, when all of a sudden, a second bear, a much bigger bear, crossed in the woods and was headed to my left. I watched it and could see its head and ears as it moved toward my stand. I waited and watched it turn and come back to my right. In a flash, the bear charged Little Bear, and drove Little Bear off into the woods. The bigger bear slowly walked toward the barrel.
I readied for the shot. The bear stepped in front of the barrel. It was a good bear based on its height, it stood at the second rung of the barrel. One shot just behind his left shoulder at 25 feet. It made it to my stand and dropped. A clean, quick death is what a hunter wants, and I’m no exception. I made a perfect heart-lung shot.
By the time we field dressed the bear, got it loaded into the truck and headed home, the closest tagging station was closed. Bear needs to be tended to immediately to prevent spoilage. Unlike a deer, you don’t hang it outside, ever, unless you’re caping it. Luckily, it was a cooler day so that helped cool the bear until we got home. Overnight, the bear was stored in our cooler that we built- a room insulated to be a refrigerator of sorts, so that the meat won’t spoil. The following morning, I took it to my local tagging station and paid $5 to tag my bear.
I was happy to use my vacation day to process my bear. I first hung it and caped the fur. All the meat was put into a cooler and was later taken to a butcher who makes bacon and sausage. I saved all the fat from it and it’s now in the freezer waiting to be rendered into lard that I will use to make lotion and lip balm. I have a steady line of customers who rave about how wonderful the lotion and lip balm are to use.
I prepped the hide using a fleshing knife to remove anything left over from the bear so that only the hide remained. I then laid it out so that I could salt the hide to cure it and dry it. My plans are to send it out for tanning and then I’ll make some pillows and mittens with the fur. I saved a few claws to make some jewelry, and the remainder of the bear was placed back in the woods for coyote and any other carrion eating animal. The following day, we checked, and it was gone. I’m ready for some baked beans with my bear bacon!
Staci Warren provides a unique woman’s perspective and column on the outdoors every month. She is a freelance writer whose blog, My Mainely Girl Adventures, is about a woman hunting, fishing, trapping, foraging and living in the Maine outdoors. She also loves camping, star gazing, wildlife watching, and hunting for fossils. She’s an active member and board member of the New England Outdoor Writers Association and is a monthly columnist and feature writer for The Maine Sportsman Magazine. In her free time, she enjoys mentoring women hunters and trappers. <
