Sunday morning arrived with crisp mountain air and the smell of freshly brewed coffee.
We broke camp, loaded the hounds and hit the trail in search of old Ephraim.
Several miles in, the hounds struck hot bear scent in the air.
We turned loose and the race is on.
We climbed to a vantage point overlooking a canyon to see where the bear will lead us.
This is typical California deer and bear habitat.
It is beautiful yet very rugged and always physically demanding.
I enjoy every minute of being in it.
Smoke filled the air from a nearby prescribed burn, it smelled good, but the haze hampered visibility a tad.
You never know once the chase is on whether you will be going for a short hike or a gruelling all day death march.
This bear treed after leading the hounds on a decent chase.
It was a younger bear and my son and I decided to pass.
However our other companion decided to take it, as the hounds need to feel success from time to time and there was a road within a reasonable pack out.
One shot from his long barreled .44 mag and it was over.
We gathered hounds and loaded the bear onto the top deck of the dog box.
I found this unique photo to be quite intriguing...
As the weekend closed, neither my son nor I fired a shot, yet it proved to be anything but unsuccessful.
I've looked at lots of black bears over the years but haven't punched a tag in going on twenty years.
I never miss a chance to tag along with my friend and his pack of hounds.
Regardless of the fact that we haven't found "The One" that tops my giant of many moons ago, I find the time spent with friends and family in the great outdoors to be more precious than gold.
As a Californian, I take a lot of flack, but there continues to be great opportunity for the outdoorsman here.
I'll continue to take advantage of it as long as I can.
I have a couple more months of searching for a bear worthy of tagging, so it ain't over 'till it's over.
On down the road....