I managed it once. I was set up on a stool in some knee high ferns. He came walking in to me, paused, and looked away. He was about 8 yards away, which would explain why I was able to hit him. At the shot, he ran downhill, and I heard a loud thump. When I searched, I found him in the bottom of a little dry creek bed. It looked as if he ran as far as he could, tried to jump the ditch, and landed in the bottom. When I dragged him back up the hill, I stumbled across the arrow about 40 yards uphill from where I shot. It was a cedar shaft with an original Bear Razorhead.