It was about 3 am as I made my way through the woods, briefly shining my light every so often to light up the blue dots I’d placed on trees to direct me to my stand.
I climbed about 20’ up to my stand, strapped myself in and my gun in and settled for a long winters nap

. Before I could get too comfy, I heard a shhhh shhhh, shhhh shhhh. Something heavy was shuffling through the brush towards me. I strained to make out a shape, but couldn’t make out a thing. And wishfully thinking 'Big Buck Big Buck'

I didn't want to shine my light.
It made its way toward me and stopped right at the base of my tree stand and just stood there. I could smell moldy thick rank wet fur and I could hear it shifting its weight back and forth, back and forth, beneath my stand. I figure whatever it was had followed me through the woods.
As it lurked below me, for I’d guess close to 20 minutes, I kept silent and it kept silent as well. The hair on the back of my neck standing up, I picked up my rifle (safety on) and looked down through my scope, but that didn't help.
I have only grabbed for my weapon 3x in the woods on an unknown, and this was one of those times. If I’d have felt it making its way up my tree I would have flashed on my light. But it eventually shuffled off shhhh shhhh, shhhh shhhh.
I never heard it huff or make any vocal sound at all, but am sure it was a bear.
It made for an interesting morning, anyway. I like those kinds of times in the woods.
Edited by QuiteContrary, 17 April 2012 - 10:33 PM.