My oldest son, Coy, is FINALLY old enough to hunt in Maine.  Yes, we've taken him deer and bird hunting, but he has never been the hunter - he was only along for the experience.  That all changed this year.  My big brother, Rudy (Ted as the family calls him), baits bear with a buddy of his.  He offered to set up a bait for my son, and we eagerly accepted.   After just a few hours on the stand, the night began to settle and Coy became cold, and tired....but as any hunter knows, all that dissappears when an animal is close...and Calvin nudged Coy to tell him a bear was coming....and here is the fruit of their harvest:



And here is Calvin on the Left, Coy, and to the right is my brother, Ted, whom we owe this hunt (and a big Lobstah dinner) to!


Wonder what we're going to do with the meat?  Well, we are going to make Corned Bear Meat with it, and enjoy every morsel!

Blessings,
Hope