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A friend of mine shot a bear one evening just before dark. It was a big bear, and it was going to be cold that night, so he gutted it out and decided to come back the next morning with his dad and brother to haul it out of the woods. When they got to where he left it, it was gone. They saw a drag trail in the leaves and followed it. They found the bear laid out up on a big log. The skeleton had been picked clean of meat. They looked it over and couldn't find a knife mark or tooth mark on it anywhere. He's a pretty strong guy and he had a hard time even moving the bear, and has no idea what could do what was done to a bear that size in that short of a timeframe. He still gets creeped out telling the story to this day, 20 years later.
Wow. Its those kinds of things that always keep me alert in the woods.
One morning i had crawled up into a huge tree that had been cut a long, long, time ago. It had a nice little hollowed out area in it. I climbed into it well before first light. Got comfy. Watched the herd of elk get up out of their beds and head into the woods.
A really nice morning, except for the fact i couldnt shoot one of the elk due to it being deer season.
Then i stood up to stretch. Looked down. I was actually sitting on a bunch of bones. Deer, specifically. Probably about a year old.
We had found cat and bear sign in the area. Unknowingly, i crawled into an animal's dining area.