Had a fantastic weekend out in the sound had great weather and decent shrimping. The first morning out my one year old decides to wake up at 6am so I make coffee and decide to glass the shore for bear while my 3yr old slept. I spotted a bear about 3/4 mile away and told my wife bear, immediately she grabbed the rifle (she had first shot) and woke up my 3 yr old because I promised that she would get to go on the stalk with me if I went after a bear. Quickly all four of us piled in the dingy and headed for my dad's boat a hundred yards away as soon as we got there I woke him up gave him my youngest and took off. While headed over I thought I may have seen a second bear but wasn't sure. We hit the shore about 500yds from the bear tied up the raft I threw my kid on my shoulders and we proceed down the beach blocked by a point and the sound of the walking was drowned out by a creek. After crossing the creek we got into the trees and to the top of a small Hill where I was sure we'd have a good view of the bear. The plan worked perfectly and even better when I got sight of the bear just over a hundred yards away there were two about the same size feeding in the grass. I sat on my knee and made sure my little one could see the Bears, my wife inched forward a bit and waited for a clear shot. The Bears cleared each other and she touched off the kimber, her bear did a face plant in the dirt and the other just stood there looking at it, a quick handover of the rifle and I took aim only to see her bear get up and run. I took a running shot at it as it made its way into the brush, I hit behind it. The other bear was still trying to figure out what was going on and I took a quartering to me shot. The bear went down but like the other got back up and went to the brush. I left the wife and kid behind and went to find blood. I picked up a trail and there was a lot of blood I knew it was dead wasn't going far. I was able to track fast and was surprised how far I had gone when I herd brush above me cracking I could see an opening up the hill and took off for it hoping I'd see the bear when I got up there and caught him walking across the opening another shot and it was over. I drug him back to the beach where my wife was looking for the second blood trail and she informed me while I was away she herd the death bawl but didn't want to go too far without a gun. We never did find blood from that bear but by hearing it we knew it was dead and had a direction to look. We finally found it in a small hole it had fallen to under some brush about 60yds from where she had shot it. My lite one wanted to shoot a bear and has been talking about wanting to shoot a bear all winter so we positioned one of the bears and had her sneak up on it to about 20yds and with my help she used her little pink 22 and shot her first bear right behind the shoulder, she is one happy kid and has been talking about it since. Now she wants to do it on her own without my help but I told her it'll be a few years..