I sat the first evening and saw at least 8 separate bears including a sow and 3 cubs. I wanted to wait on a color phase or any thing large.
The second evening I had not been in the stand more than 30 minutes when I heard a couple soft woofs directly below my stand. When looking down,there was a nice black at the base of the ladder looking up at me. He had came down the trail I had walked in on. Deciding I was not a danger, he made a small circle and went to the bait. He was limping on his right front foot from a previous injury. He kept an eye on me while gorging himself on the trail mix. After a while he got up and walked away.
An hour or so went by before a large black came in followed by a beautiful red/cinnamon. They did as most of the others and laid down while eating. The black was on the right and the red was on the left facing each other. After standing for at least 15 minutes waiting on one of them to stand up, I began to shake pretty much either from being in one position for so long or possibly a little bear fever.
I made up my mind that whichever stood first and giving me a shot would get my arrow. The big blackie finally raised and was broadside so the arrow was away. I heard a loud slap and was amazed as the arrow struck the ground about 10 inches in front of his chest.
I had put my camera in the left front chest pocket of my Sitka coat and earlier had removed it putting it in a side pocket fearing my bowstring would catch on it. That was a good idea but I had inadvertently left the zipper open and the bowstring had caught causing the arrow to fly left completely missing the bear.
He jumped slightly and walked away. I thought he was coming back at one point but he decided to walk away. The cinnamon never quit eating all this time and continued for several more minutes. It finally stood and offered a great broadside shot and my second arrow was away.I immediately knew the shot was good. It ran to my left with arrow sticking out both sides. I listened intently but never heard a moan. Was not too bothered by this as I was confident the shot was good. The crippled bear came back as I was climbing down and after me hissing and waving my arms, he reluctantly walked away.
The next morning Ryan, Cole, and I found it about 60 yards from the bait. The retrieval was easy as we were able to get the small trailer almost to the bear.