The bear carefully picked his way toward the bait...he was obviously nervous and after the performance I just witnessed, rightfully so. A few more steps....then I saw the rest of the coat. From mid ribcage back was very patchy, rubbed in multiple spots. Dang! Well, at least this stand was HOT! The bear grabbed a mouthful and scooted for cover. A few minutes later he returned to do the same thing...this time though he paused in mid bite and looked up the trail...only to immediately take off in the opposite direction.
Another black form appeared on the main trail...maybe they should install a traffic light there so the bears wouldn't run over each other? This bear was smaller but not nearly as fearful as the last one. Within a few minutes it had circled the bait, giving me a first look at a very, very prime looking coat. The fur was thick and lush, with one tiny rub spot on the back leg.
In to the bait, a bite, retreat a few yards away. I got 2-3 good looks and the green light went off in my head...this was the bear. Glancing around to make sure one wasn't watching me to sound the alarm (had deer do that and it only takes once). I slowly raised my bow into position. Concentrating on the spot as she sat broadside I began my draw...ever so slowly but committed to the shot now...only her moving would save her now.
She rotated slightly as I neared anchor...I let down partially and waited, she was still oblivious to my presence. Now I really wanted this bear, I could see every ripple in the hair...
She reached forward and rotated more broadside...half step on the side nearest me...the string solid in my deep hook. The pressure increased, the bow loaded effortlessly...all I could see was where I wanted the arrow to go....