We sat there about 3 hours with him coughing now and again. He would bury his head in the cold weather coat that he had packed in case the Colordao weather took a turn for the worst. He fell asleep numerous times sitting up leaning against a 1' diameter log. I could hear him wheezing to breath while he slept. When he woke up I said "I got an idea you have wanted to go in the direction where the Bear came from ever since that first day, back there in that dark tinmber. Why don't you do it? Go to the top of the mountain walk about 300 yards to the south then turn east towords the fence and stalk your way through the area. Either go to the truck or wait for me at the bottom (which is 500 yards down this hill" 10 minutes later he takes off, smiling. I sit down on my log and await the darkness as it is now 4:30 pm. in the evening. 15 minutes later I hear something brush snap or whatever you just know it is a noise that does not belong. I look up the hillside opposite of where the first Bear came in and I see a tiny flash of brown go behind a bush and numerous trees. My mind instantly goes back to to my conversation with the other hunter and I say "Cinnamon Bear Bear Cinnamon Bear"