I'm really slipping, it's been over a month since I last got out in the mountains, due to family obligations, bad weather, and the never ending honey-do list. I corrected that today, with a multi purpose sasquatch/deer/bear/grouse hunting trip to the mountains east of Harrison Lake, specifically to the same old clearcut where I tagged a nice fork horn blacktail buck 4 years ago.
It was an afternoon run, leaving my Abbotsford home at noon, and reaching the start of the gravel FSR shortly after one. My target trail was blocked at about 1km in by a large group of wood cutters, so I carried on to the next uphill branch, which I found to be busy with ***** shooters, target shooters, and a convoy of side by sides. The next try was 5 km further up the main FSR, and that branch was gated at 1.5 km due to active logging. I then returned to the first trail, and found that the wood cutters had finished, and were gone. From that point on I had the old deactivated road to myself, and I started the long, steep climb to the old open cut blocks higher up the mountainside. With the cross ditching and washouts on the steep grade, low range was used to ease the load on the little 3.5L engine. On the way up I spotted a single grouse, that spooked into the trees before I could stop the truck and pull out the 20 gauge. When I reached the spot where I had dropped the little buck on a previous trip, I parked and got out to walk the old road and glass for game.
I glassed the uphill side of the clearing without seeing anything, so I turned and looked downslope. I just raised the binoculars to my eyes, and I was looking straight at a beautiful cinnamon phase black bear! It was working over an old pile of logging debris, looking for grubs or marmots, I guess, and it was no more than 250 yards downhill from me, but what a downhill! The slope was much steeper than 45 deg., too steep to walk down, and waaaay too steep to attempt to pack a 3 or 4 hundred pound bear back up, even in quarters. So I watch it feed for 20 minutes or so, hoping that it would decide to come uphill, but it eventually faded back into the timber below the clearing, and that was the end of my chance for it.
I took a couple of pictures of the view from that area, and slowly drove back out to pavement without seeing any other critters. In the second photo, the village of Harrison is just visible at the upper left corner of the lake.