So at this point I couldn't get much lower. I had about an hour and a half left, but I radioed my guide and told him to just go ahead and come get me. He was still over an hour away, so I was going to have plenty of time to sit there and cuss myself while I waited.
So I sat there cussing myself and feeling like an idiot for blowing the shot. Well I guess the man upstairs must've either felt sorry for me or just wanted me to quit whining. I happen to glance to my left and caught movement on the hillside. It appeared to be a nice cinnamon bear trotting down the hill towards me. I couldn't believe it. Was I actually going to get another shot?
The bear came to the bait, and I was already up and ready to shoot. It didn't stop at the bait though, and was just walking by. It stopped completely broadside at 18 yards and paused for a moment. It was now or never. I drew, burned a hole behind the shoulder, and let the string slip out of my fingers.
Once again, it was like slow motion watching the arrow speed towards the bear. This time was different than the first though. That arrow flew as true and perfect as any I've ever shot. I watched it hit exactly where I was looking, and the bear took off. It ran 30 yards and started looking around, wobbling, and took off again. It stopped behind some trees, broke a few dry limbs as it rolled around, and then all was quiet.
Talk about a rollercoaster of emotion. It's funny how quickly things can change. I checked the time. I had 35 minutes left in my hunt. I sat there waiting for my guide to show up, eager to go get the bear.
It didn't take long to find the bear. It only ran about 65 yards total. The shot was perfect and I had my first bear. It's no giant by any means, but I was absolutely thrilled with it. It turned out to be a sow with no cubs. She weighed approximately 160 pounds.