Here in Ontario, Canada, we have both a Spring Hunt and a Fall Hunt for black bears. I started with a Spring Hunt with an Outfitter in 1988. It was about a 3 hour drive from home to the northeast of our Province of Ontario, and I was scheduled to hunt for four days and stayed at Algonguin Lodge. From there were multiple forest roads and trails that took me into vast rough and ready wilderness areas where my guide/outfitter, Norm Easto, had some 85 well hidden bear-bait set-ups.
Norm had a very positive reputation that attracted most of his clients from the USA, and some Europeans but few Canadians. I became one of his first Canadian clients and returned annually for 6 years and eight hunts. My first bear was on my second year, a spring hunt in May, 1989 in which I killed a very good bear using an 1895 Marlin in .45-70 with handloads. I’ve written lots about that experience, but I got hooked on spring bear hunts. I looked forward to them as usually temperatures were warming up after a typically long and cold winter for our region in North America. Plus bears were out and about looking for food sources or just enjoying the freshness of May weather in contrast to having been huddled in their cramped quarters of a den over the winter months. So there was no lack of bears – females with cubs as well as males – out and about as patches of green grasses of various species were sprouting, as well as carrion from dead and frozen fauna that was beginning to scent the atmosphere.
Then bears are also notoriously curious and quickly scent the airwaves for anything different or that might satiate their palates.
Lucky for me! I loved springtime! Getting out of the house and office, and other routines lifted my own spirit and gave a fresh sense of purpose. How I loved May hunts! But I also did a couple of fall hunts with Norm if I didn’t score in the spring, which meant a couple of bear hunts – spring and fall – for two of the six years, giving a total of 8 bear hunt experiences under Norm’s guidance.
Then it became time to launch out on my own in the spring of 1995. I’ve previously explained where I started and why in the Haliburton Highlands about an hour’s drive during light traffic, and about 15 – 20 minutes more with vacationers arriving at their cottages on various lakes. Today, with traffic having about doubled since 1995, It’s rare to make that trip in an hour, but the fall travel time is better than the spring and summer, especially after Labour Day – which is the current situation. And that is not to say that the flow of traffic is abruptly decreased after Labour Day because cottagers gradually work at closing up their homes away from home – depending on if they’re winterized cottages. But by Oct – Nov there is a significant drop in traffic volume, which I greatly appreciate.
So now I prefer the Fall Hunts for these reasons: 1) No bugs or mosquitoes. 2) Less traffic congestion on major routes. 3) Bears are ravenous to put on weight for denning. 4) No critical concern over females with cubs, as either are legal. Not that I’d shoot either, but if charged by a female, I’d have no qualms over shooting her. 5) The fall season brings coolness and colour to the forest. Though daylight hours are shorter, that means that bears are also aware that their time for hibernation is fast approaching, so they tend to show up earlier as the sun is setting at 5:30- 6 pm rather than at 9 pm. That means less time in a tree stand or blind. 6) The fall season is a full 3 months from Sept 1 to Nov 30 that allows more time for a casual hunt (relaxed hunt) versus the spring hunt of 1.5 months from May 1 to June 15.
Which brings us to my first seen Dominant Black Bear encounter:
It has been described in various previous blogs but not all significant details in one piece. So this will be an attempt to do that very thing.
The season was getting late in October with the hardwoods having lost most of their colourful maple leaves, exposing my blind 100 yards from the favorite bear bait site. The ground blind was situated near the top of the ridge with a drop-off of about 30 feet to the bait below. This was my “traditional site” for over a decade, the same location as previously described as where I had more encounters with dominant bruins than any others having already hunted bears to the northeast of our province with the late Norm Easto as guuide/outfitter for 8 hunts over six previous years. And I never hunted the same location twice.
Then, my own developement of a bear-bait setup in the Haliburton Highlands mostly involved what I’ll call “my traditional site”as I’d also developed another site east of that one, across a major highway, on a sideroad 3 km to the east. For that one I had the assistance of a friend and at times partner, Ken, who was a full-time CO. So his partnership was dependant on his work schedule. But he mostly did his hunting on the 2nd bear-bait site 3kms to the east of my favorite site.
< Ken delivering bait to my site on private property several years later, which through his contacts was made possible. While he too did some hunting on this property, he never connected on a bear here. But he did on a neighbouring property 1 mile away – and shot a “monster” of 400 lbs.
Back to the main theme: Ken was hunting site 2, 3 klm east of me at my “favorite site”. I had as yet an unseen dominant bruin hitting the bait set-up after hours or when I wasn’t in the blind. Ken asked to join me when able. It was getting late in the season, daylight was shorter as the sun was setting much earlier. Also temps near the finish of legal hunting were dropping near the freezing point, so the pressure was on for a new strategy.
< The yet unseen bruin was always lurking nearby and hitting the bait 100 yards downhill from directly in front of this scene, but never in daylight if I was in the blind. And there were no other bears showing up at the bait site during hunting hours, which was a sure sign that the bruin that was hitting it, was dominant. I mostly was hunting that bear alone, and was quite certain that he was sneaking up the ridge to my right where there was ample cover from conifers, and where I couldn’t see him. The coverage for the blind and directly out front was largely hardwood maples that had lost most of their leaves and that exposed the blind with me there to the wary bruin. Though very quiet in climbing up through the softwoods, when he came in behind of where I was seated, I could smell him.
I shared all this with my friend, Ken, and though he was hunting the alternate site 3 kms east of me when able, he asked to sit with me (when free from work) in the blind to get in on the drama there. I, of course, was happy for his presence and potential assistance.
The first afternoon and early evening with Ken seated close to my left side (just left of the plastic chair in the pic above), we were whispering back and forth over strategy with me pointing where I was quite certain that this smart and controlling bruin was quietly climbing the hill to my right and then behind me to see if I was there. The bush was so thick that he couldn’t be seen even at a few feet away – but I did smell him.
As we were still talking in whispers and sign language, suddenly Ken looked directly at me with wide eyes, and then with his left hand reached across his body, and pointing over his right shoulder (next to me), and turning his eyes in the same direction mouthed “bear!” without so much as a whisper! Without body movement or sound, I slowly turned my head to the left and glanced in that direction. . . .
It took but a milli-second for that bear to turn and crash out of there for maybe 25 yards, and then dead silence until darkness fell upon us!
“Where’s that bear?” was the unspoken and present reality that shrouded our very existence! But mustering our bravest demeanor, we gathered our belongings, turned on our lights and tiptoed cautiously outta there!
End of story? Nada!
I don’t exactly recall, but within a day, or two at the most, I was back there. . . . alone! Hence the pic above. I’ve recently retold it! I fully expected that dominant bear to rehearse his antics, but I hoped this time it would be in daylight.
I stood, backed away from my seat, rested the Ruger No.1 in .45-70 LT against the outdoor remnant green carpet and took the pic. Then a single step to return to my seat and that bear gave his performance again! He’d been all along just behind my seat – within inches – and I never knew it! I became habituated to smelling him, but never realized how dangerous that situation could become in an instant!
I knew he was commanding the area as not another creature had been near that bait for weeks until the hardwoods had lost their leaves. . . . Yet he still came as long as I fed him! That is without doubt why he didn’t attack me – I was the grocery man.
Another time and another location – I was delivering bear groceries, and where I shot my last bear – trophy quality but not dominant, but could have become one in a few more years.
<7 ft from heel to top of head.
More next time: P4 – to the finale of the first seen dominant black bear!
Shalom
BOB MITCHELL

1000 miles/1600 kms from home on a bull moose hunt, and a bear tag in my wallet. Lots of big bear “pies” scattered around including one about ten yards from the camera. Bears are only hunted incidentally in this area in conjunction with a moose or deer hunt, so they live a long time and grow big.
The 4 horses (3 under the tree). The black stallion (to the left of the tree) got chased by the dominant bruin down over the escarpment to the east (top of photo), and killed it. When found the next morning it was partly consumed and I got a call from the cousin – who had arranged this hunt on the property of the landowner. The previous evening was the last few hours of legal hunting for the season. Though I continued to hunt this property for the next several years, and shot three bears (two of my own, that were good bears) that dominant bruin was never around and had moved on.
They’ll even chew the containers of food if there’s still a smell of food in them!


He’s seven feet from heel to top of head. The story of this bear being one of my greatest challenges has previously been told.
< A very nice rug with the actual skull beside it.
My first bear in May, 1989, on my office wall. He was shot with my first 1895 Marlin lever-action in .45-70. I used a handloaded 400gr Speer at 1865 fps. Impact was at ~100 yds.
The Zastava M70 in .375 H&H, loaded with the 300gr Sierra BTs at 2675 fps . Early October, 2024. It had become quite natural by then in handling and aiming offhand as I had toted it exclusively during the fall bear hunt.