Well, after years of watching hunters go after Brown bears on tv and dreaming of getting stationed in Alaska one day and hunting them myself, it all came together for me last Wednesday. The season opened on Sunday and I had spent every day since then afield in search of a nice one with no luck until Wednesday. I did my research looking at topo maps, google earth, and scouting and picked a spot on a knoll about 1600 feet up looking down in a valley with alot of bear sign. I was hunting by myself so I decided to stay out of the thick stuff down low and get up into alpine where I could see a good distance. As I was sitting on the knoll I started to wonder if I had picked a good spot. If I saw a bear down in the valley that looked good, how would I get down through all the alders and salmonberry bushes in time before it moved on. I figured I would just stick it out and see what would happen. After about an hour of sitting I looked down to my left and there was a bear 500 yards below me moving up the mountain. My first reaction was to grab my pack and get down to it, but I took a good breath and pulled out spotting scope and made sure it was a shooter before I went any further. After about five minutes of watching it eat grass I knew it was what I was looking for and made a stalk down to 150 yards. I set up my bipod and watched it dissapear into a patch of alders. When it came into view again at 190 yards I put the crosshairs on its shoulder and sent it tumbling down. It rolled about 20 feet and started to get back up so I put a second shot in it's neck. When I came up to it, it lifted it's back leg so I put two more in it's back as I did not want to see it suffer. Unfortunately none of my buddies could make it up to me to help with the skinning so I took on that adventure by my self as well. After 4 hours of struggling with it, I finally finished the job and could not fit the hide into my pack! I tried every thing I could and settled on putting half the hide in my pack and strapped the other half to the outside. The next problem was that the pack was too heavy and I couldn't get it on my back! I ended up tarping the hide and coming back the next day with a buddy and packing it down. Im kinda glad I cant hunt them again for four years because that was alot of work!