My buddy and I set up a bear bait station over 200 miles from home with the intent to "get away" from others; we had the station set up 01May and have been itching to get our first bear every day. After it got hit by a ginormous beautiful brownie, we were worried about a blackie even being able to patrol the area, but as luck would have it, I make a suicide run the other night to the stand. Approached my stand at 2200 hrs and saw that my camera was chewed on, and that the bait was hit. I perused the trail cam pix and saw that a nice blackbear was on the bait earlier that morning. I climbed up in my stand and did a honey burn for 1 hour. Man, that sure smoked/smelled up the area! I heard sticks breaking all around me (moose? bears? who knows?) and caught a glimpse of a blackbear about a hundred yards from the stand. I didn't wait for him to come in to the bait, and gave him the old .300RUM in the ticker. As I approached him I second guessed myself why I didn't hold out for a bruiser and Why did I shoot the first bear I saw? As I put my hands on him, the hide more than made up for the 5' size; thicker than thick. I'm talking major furball and then some! Gorgeous specimine! I was/am stoked! Now I gotta hold out for a cinnamon one with my bow. Not wanting to feed the skeeters and jack up a hide in a rush being worried about the brownies, I managed to get my bear on my shoulders (without skinning it) and stumbled all the way to the truck. Must have been a spectacle to see me like that. After 10 steps I thought, "I can't do this", then I thought about training for sheep; fourth quarter! As hard as it was, it pales in comparison to the 3 moose I've packed out solo. I wanted to share the experience skinning and cleaniing with my 8-year-old son; that's why I brought him in whole. Good luck to everyone's patience and perseverance on the bait this year.