Got to my hangup spot. He had been ever so slowly feeding my way. He got to where I was comfortable was in my range. The slope I was on and the way I was facing, the slope was on my right as I faced the bear. That's good as I shoot lefty.
He was close now but facing me and I figured when he gets sideways I'll shoot.
I had just had the thought and he goes broadside then quartering away, a bit upslope of me. I came up on my knees like on a reflex and I could see my fletching going thru behind his shoulder before I knew it, it just happened. He jumped sideways and swapped ends, heading downhill with my arrow falling out his far side (now the side to me) as he went. Watched him go ~75 yards downhill, stopped at the edge of the trees, droop a little, then went into the trees. Looked back to where he had been and my arrow was standing straight up from the ground where it had dropped out of him, silverflame in the ground and bent/broken knock in he air, would have made a great picture. Even from where I stood I could see it was soaked in blood.