We (The family - dad, mom, uncle Dale, and his wife.) Several months in Dulce NM, guiding dudes and hunting bear. Mom, Lois, my buddy and I went swimming & fishing a little ways out of town. As we were leaving just before dark, a big old bear was walking across the hill. He was less than 100 yards off the road.
Clell , Dale & the dudes were camped out in a little adobe shack way out on the reservation. Mom though they would like to know about the bear and where it was. The cow trail that served as a road was a little muddy and it was one black night. But off we went in moms 1935 Buick sedan.
After about 2 hours the camp was found, everyone had gone to bed except Uncle Dale. He got dad up and mom told them about the bear. Both of them kind of Ho Hummed and said something like. We'll go look in a few days. Mom could carry a mad longer than most anyone I've ever known. Years later when the story was brought up, she would get mad all over again.
Sure enough in a few days (4 or 5) they moved camp over to where we had seen the bear. The first or second day they hunted that area they got the bear. This must have been a high dollar hunt as they had a real cook in camp. He cooked up some of the best bear steaks you ever ate.
Will let the pictures tell the rest of the story. Though I had more pictures.