Last night my partner and I headed to the bear stand under perfect conditions. Light rain, no wind and no waves on the ocean. I went in first as someone else forgot his handgun. About 60 yards out, I spotted a bear under the barrel on the ground. I set all of my gear down except the bow and quiver. I managed to close the distance to about 25 yards before the bear became alert to something being wrong. She came down the hill towards me and closed the distance to about 12-15 yards. At this point I kinda figured that the wrist strap on my bow did not need to be around my wrist and that the loop over the top of the .44 mag. could be removed.
My partner, backing me up 30 yards down hill with his stick bow, moved to the side in an effort to get her to turn broadside. Well instead of doing what he planned, she stood straight up on her hind legs, brought her paws up and gave him a stare. All I remember was the sight pin settling about 4" lower than her shoulder joints and centered on the front of her chest.
The Carbon Express tipped with a 125 grain Slick Trick propelled by my 70 pound BowTech ripped through her like she was butter and stuck in the hill about 25 yards beyond. She then took off up hill and expired about 45-50 yards away. There wasn't any trailing needed as I punched her briscket, ripped a lung and broke more ribs exiting.
She has a beautiful hide and is a 6-footer. Very dense fur as we could not even get the spruce needles to rub out before pictures. I had hoped for something a little bigger this year but when she was standing upright at 12-15 yards in front of me she looked big enough. It was a good clean harvest and a real rush facing her on the ground.
P.S. Great hunting partners are hard to find. I have one of the best. A geter done guy.