“It’s just a bear”
I still have memories of being that small 4 year old shooting my .22 browning lever action rifle out of the bed of my dads old blue tacoma. He would take me to the woods with him almost every time, even when I was a pain. He taught me what hunting truly was, and what it means to put in the work and bring home food. Taught me to appreciate the art of hunting and be thankful. He gave me a passion that I’ve carried ever since. For 24 years he has never stopped. He’s a man of few words and never asks for anything. I’ve never once in my life felt like I could ever thank him or repay him for all those times in the woods, the lessons, and teaching me what now is what I love most. That being said there has always been one thing he’s wanted and spoke about that he couldn’t get where we lived and never had the chance to go after. A bear. All the years growing up hunting he’d talk about hunting a western bear one day before he’s gone. Around the age of 14 I promised him one day I’d either send him on a bear hunt or take him on one. It took me some years but I was able to finally fulfill that promise by moving to Colorado and leading him into the backcountry. It’s the very first time in my life that I feel I could somewhat thank him and return the favor for everything he’s done for me. To many, people will see this and say “it’s just a bear.” I have already heard it from others.
To me, this is over two decades of hard work, dreaming, praying, and wanting to give my father the only thing he ever really “asked” for.
11 days in the backcountry of Colorado, 0 showers, over 55 miles on foot, cold sleepy nights in our tents. On September 10th 2022 5 days after my fathers birthday we filled the tag I’ve been waiting and dreaming of for all those years.
This is what hunting means to me.
Thank you lord for the memory of a lifetime.
To most of you reading this, it’s just a bear. To me, more than you’ll ever know.
Love you dad, I’m proud of you.
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I still have memories of being that small 4 year old shooting my .22 browning lever action rifle out of the bed of my dads old blue tacoma. He would take me to the woods with him almost every time, even when I was a pain. He taught me what hunting truly was, and what it means to put in the work and bring home food. Taught me to appreciate the art of hunting and be thankful. He gave me a passion that I’ve carried ever since. For 24 years he has never stopped. He’s a man of few words and never asks for anything. I’ve never once in my life felt like I could ever thank him or repay him for all those times in the woods, the lessons, and teaching me what now is what I love most. That being said there has always been one thing he’s wanted and spoke about that he couldn’t get where we lived and never had the chance to go after. A bear. All the years growing up hunting he’d talk about hunting a western bear one day before he’s gone. Around the age of 14 I promised him one day I’d either send him on a bear hunt or take him on one. It took me some years but I was able to finally fulfill that promise by moving to Colorado and leading him into the backcountry. It’s the very first time in my life that I feel I could somewhat thank him and return the favor for everything he’s done for me. To many, people will see this and say “it’s just a bear.” I have already heard it from others.
To me, this is over two decades of hard work, dreaming, praying, and wanting to give my father the only thing he ever really “asked” for.
11 days in the backcountry of Colorado, 0 showers, over 55 miles on foot, cold sleepy nights in our tents. On September 10th 2022 5 days after my fathers birthday we filled the tag I’ve been waiting and dreaming of for all those years.
This is what hunting means to me.
Thank you lord for the memory of a lifetime.
To most of you reading this, it’s just a bear. To me, more than you’ll ever know.
Love you dad, I’m proud of you.
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