As my bear fed, every so often he would stand up and lean his front paws on the top of my log pile and look into the swamp. I realized that might be my opportunity. If he got lazy and came up and just turned his head rather than his whole body, that would give me a good enough angle for a shot. Finally he did just that.
I came slowly to full draw, engaged my clicker and pulled, pulled, pulled. He was quartering just a bit and there was cedar covering most of his vitals to the rear; I had to put the arrow tight to his shoulder. As I pulled thru, my TallTines powered that Abowyer through the joint of the knuckle and the blade, cutting it 3/4 loose, then blew a silver dollar sized hole in the near side ribs before exiting thru the off side ribs and meaty lower part of the shoulder.
As the bear wheeled, it looked like he wanted to run fast but just could not. Going thru the 20 yards of fairly open hardwoods, I could see my broadhead and arrow shaft sticking out the off side, right where you would put it in. I saw the shaft fall out as he was swallowed up in the silence of the swamp.