Monday's hunt was a wash...right before we started towards our stands Doug says "I don't think it is going to rain". About 5 minutes after that it starts to shower (I see a bright future for Doug as a TV weatherman). Tuesday started with some fishing on the river and then it was back to the stands. When we got to my stand I could see that it hadn't been hit, all the goodies we had dumped the night before were still there, so I wasn't looking foward to the sit. Well I sat there and watched squirrels steal my bear bait until about 6 PM and then had to stand up so I endend up hooking my bow on the bow hanger and leaneing my left shoulder against the tree and looking towards the barrel. About 7:20 I hear a rustling behind me and decide to turn and see what this squirrel looks like. I grab my bow and it squeaks against the rubber on the hanger. So I slowly turn to see a nice looking jet black form standing about 50 yards away testing the wind out and trying to figure out what the big squirrel in the tree is doing. Well the bear comes down the trail and ducks in the trees behind me, then comes back on the trail, stops in front of me at about 10 yards and then walks to the bait and grabs some bread and heads back up the trail past me. At this time I am thinking that he is a GOOD bear and will shot him but want to see him up against the barrel (to judge his height). So in a minute here he comes back and stops again, at 10 yards, to lick the aniese (sp) that the guide sprayed on the ground and leaves as he left. And then he heads toward the barrel.