Rain. Cold. Buck down. Bear.

In this excited, maybe frantic I-just-got-home-episode, I recap my first buck of the year. It was cold and rainy, then there was a buck, then there was waiting, then finally a chance to shoot the buck. Then there was a bear. Thankfully the bear was not a brown or grizzly (none on the island I hunted) and hadn't claimed my buck before I did. Still, I quartered, and boned out the rest of the required meat with AC/DC playing on my phone in the rain. I also sent a few inReach messages just incase. I have a bear tag but the season doesn't open until Sept. 1. With the amount of blueberries in the area, it probably tasted delicious so I'll have to go back.

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