Sunday, December 8, 2013
By Bob Humphrey
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Then, one day it finally happened. The encounter lasted only seconds, but left a lasting impression. I was hooked. And regardless of whether I sat over a bait every season, I was a bear hunter.
It's easy for some people to criticize and condemn that which is unfamiliar to them. To the uninitiated, the process of setting out sweets to lure in a bear might seam so easy as to be unfair, unsportsmanlike. Those who have done it know quite the contrary is true. It takes considerable time and effort to locate and then establish bait sites. It takes meticulous scent control, stealth and diligence to wait one out. Often a bear will circle just out of sight and hearing, and at the slightest hint of danger will simply skulk off undetected.
Eventually some are rewarded, but they are the exception rather than the rule. Far more hunters go home with unfilled tags, but some carry the reward and indelible memory of sighting one of these wild creatures.
Bob Humphrey is a freelance writer and Registered Maine Guide who lives in Pownal. He can be contacted at: