I had been setting there for 35-40 minutes and was just opening up a muffin I had packed for a snack when I heard a huffing sound behind me on the trail I walked in on. I slowly turned to see what looked to be a pretty fair sized bear. He had his head down sniffing a pile of crap. At that moment I stood and got ready while he was preoccupied. Slowly he lumbered my way walking within 3 yards of my stand. He kept walking past straight away towards the barrel not giving a good shot angle. He made it to 10 yards and stopped to sniff where some coco had been spilled out on the ground. He then made a fatal mistake of taking a step to the right to smell another crap pile exposing his vitals. At that point everything went on auto pilot, the Tall Tines came back and the next thing I knew he was barreling away with the fletchings of a 2117 sticking out in just the right spot. He only went 30-40 yards and gave the death moan in less than 10 seconds. The autopsy revealed the Cutthroat went thru both lungs and sliced the heart sticking in the off side leg.