Bowhunting the Bears of the Blue Ridge Mountains

September means bow season, and opening weekend of the Georgia’s bow season 2019 found me slowly making my way up a white oak ridge in the beautiful mountains of northern Georgia.

- John Baugus

I had found this spot several weeks earlier while summer scouting, and the fresh bear scat littering the ground confirmed the bears were feeding in the area. I moved slowly through the maze of mountain laurel, stopping to listen every few steps until I finally heard what I was hoping for. The sound of breaking oak limbs was unmistakable. The sharp crack of the branch reminded me of the sound of pine limbs snapping during an ice storm. As I eased closer, with a crossbow in hand, I could see broken limbs and leaf litter strewn about the forest floor as leaves drifted down from the canopy above. I stood patiently just twenty yards from the base of the tree. I knew it would be a waiting game until the bear decided to descend from his perch 70 feet above. Without warning, I heard a loud huff quickly followed by the sound of shredding bark as the bear came down the tree with amazing speed for something so large. The young boar hit the ground as if shot out of a cannon and was enveloped by the thick vegetation instantly. A few seconds later and the woods were quiet again.