My only bear was kinda spot and stalking me rather than the other way around. I was hunting elk in the Washakie Wilderness near Dubois, Wy. I had bugled a couple of times, getting no responses from elk, but Mr. Bear responded instead. I was in some fairly heavy cover, and the first time I saw the big blackie, he was about 25 yards away, coming directly towards me and making noises like he was kind of talking to himself. Luckily I had an arrow on the string, as he continued on a straight line for me. By the time I reacted and got the bow up and drawn, I had a 7 yard shot. Nailed him, and he lets out a big growl, which didn't sooth my nerves at all, but he changed directions and fell within 15 yards. He was dead within a few seconds. I had to sit down and calm myself before walking the short steps to him. What a rush! He was a very large boar; I don't know if he had elk dinner on his mind or what, but he sure gave me a racing heart for a while.