I just got an email from him: Here's the story in his own words.
"That's right. You can't imagine how happy I'm am (or maybe yes, you have probably quite a good idea). I was busy with posting pictures on Facebook yesterday night and this morning.
Actually yesterday was an incredibly beautiful day, warm, sunny, almost no wind. It fully compensated my 3.5 hours under the pouring rain on monday. I went into the stand by 3pm. Towards 6.20pm I started to hear a bear coming in. The place was very open, good light, perfect silence. A beautiful bear (actually a dry sow) came in from the left (about 130-150# live weight), I could see he had a nice hide from a distance. He sniffed around a little bit, then went into the barrel, grabbed a huge piece of donut and backed off. This is when I fired my first arrow and somehow I was too excited to be able to concentrate on spot on this bear. I don't how often I had visualized mentally taking my spot just below the center of the bear, drawing, aiming... But I just saw the bear, totally unable to concentrate and I completely missed my shot. The arrow flew right into the ground beneath the bear. I was angry about myself because I knew I was able to make a perfect shot and missed that completely. When the arrow hit the ground, the bear dropped the donut an ran off. 30 seconds later she was back, grabbed the donut and walked off to eat eat it out of sight. Barely 3 minutes later, here the bear comes back. My arrow was burried into the earth excepted for the fletching. The bear started to sniff the fletching and I thought, now it's probably over. I was wrong, the bear didn't seem to care and came back into the barrel, picked up another piece of donut, backed out of the barrel and here comes the second arrow. This time a could gather myself and aim precisely. I saw the arrow sticking into the bear's left side almost down to the fletching. It was a nice quartering away shot. Jimmy had positioned the barrel just perfectly. The bear took off immediately; only 20 seconds later I could hear a long, but clear and fading death moan. I was almost 95% that everything was ok. After 10 minutes, I packed my stuff, went down to the barrel, grabbed my first arrow and walked out to the road as quietly as possible. 10 minutes later Eldon and Correy (I guy from Texas who shot a bear on tuesday) drove by and we went back to track it. I had good blood but the trail was a bit difficult to follow. I started to get a bit nervous when we found no more blood anymore. But then Eldon turned around and there was my bear. He barely made 30 yards. The arrow was still in the bear sticking out on both sides. Double lung shot, dead center through the heart; a shot which only exists in one's dreams."
Ken....I will do that. I noticed that your pics just arrived. Would you like me to post them for you?
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