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Follow the Feed for Fall Black Bear
“If I’d hesitated another moment I could have had a bear AND T-bone steaks,” joked OHA member Dan Turpin. It was opening day of deer season and he was hunting in the Ochocos. He followed a trail up the canyon on an old logging road. Tall timber kept the trail in shadow and groundwater helped…
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Dateline: Snake River Country, Oregon
When the berries ripen in Northeast Oregon, hunters have a chance to see high concentrations of black bear as they move down out of the mountains to put on their winter fat. Oregon has a controlled spring season which is growing in popularity with resident and non-resident hunters, but one of the best times of…
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Spring Bear – Meet ‘em in the Middle
Spring is supposed to arrive on the 20th of the month named for the Greek god of war. As the days march on, snows melt, rivers rise and hillsides turn green, black bear find their way to the sun. When a bear emerges from its den, it seeks available forage that will include grass, forbs…
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For Spring Bear – Follow the Feed
Sometime in March or April, when the sun pushes back the clouds, when the grasses green and the buttercups bloom, Oregon’s black bears emerge from their long winter sleep. Hungry bruins head straight for the river valleys early in the spring, taking advantage of succulent forage below the snowline. Grasses, grubs, flowers, and the tender…
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Black Bear in the Breaks of the Snake
One of the best times of year to hunt bear is in the late summer. And one of the best places to find them is in Northeast Oregon’s Snake River, Imnaha and Chesnimnus Units. When berries ripen in Northeast Oregon, hunters have a chance to see high concentrations of black bear as they move down…
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The Package
O’Jambo said he was worried about T. Roy and Bill Haltz said he had noticed it too. No date had been set, but RaeBelle was marshaling her forces and it looked apparent that a wedding was in T. Roy’s immediate future. “And you know what that means,” O’Jambo said. “The worst thing that could happen…
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Big Water and Black Bear on the Salmon
A breath of wind blew down the canyon, but its treetop rustle was lost to the murmur of the river – running at 13,500 cubic feet per second – the pulse, its every crash, its ebb and flow and eddy. Swallows hunted insects above the water and a long-billed bird dipped on a stone near…
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Glass Grassy Slopes Near Pockets of Cover for Spring Bear
Timbered valleys split the grassy slopes into long green fingers stretching down toward the river. Matt lifted the ten power binoculars to his eyes. A gust of wind blew his blond hair back and he could smell the wildflowers on the warm breeze. For weeks he’d been searching these slopes for a legal bear. Now,…

