Tough morning. I was walking into the bait at about 0530 and I got to the spot where I drop my pack to sneak in the last 100 yards in case there is something on the bait. I hadn't even loaded my gun when I looked up the hill and 35 yards away was a beautiful bear. I know they always look bigger before you shoot them, but this bear was 6 feet plus if he was an inch. I calmly pulled my gun from the pack, loaded a round, flipped up the covers, and sighted in behind his shoulder. I relaxed, squeezed the trigger and bang. Everything was perfect except the bear didn't move. Before I could load another round, he was gone over the hill. There was no blood, no hair, no evidence the bear even ran. He just trotted away.
My first thought was I must have gotten a case of bear fever. I was cussing up a storm feeling like an idiot when my partner said he didn't think so. He said I looked pretty calm, cool, and collected. I sat down, sighted in on a tree near where the bear was and shot. Low and behold, I hit the tree about 3 feet low. I sighted in my rifle May 15th just after we put in the bait but somehow, during the up and down the mountain, it lost it's zero.
To top it off, I'm leaving town again tonight so my season is over. At least I didn't wound the bear or make a poor hit.