I did feel bad about not finding the bear. But I hunted again on the 4th evening and saw 3 bears. None of them would come into the bait. I think there was just too much activity durin the tracing of the bear. But at any rate, now I had skiddish bears that wouldn't come to the bait. The same thing happened the next night, except there was no citings. So I switched water baits and hunted the Hillbilly.
I was determined that if a bear came in on the 13th and it had a good coat that I was going to take it for Chris (the 13th was an anniversary date of his death).
I sat in my sand watching the ground squirrels playing or almost 2 1/2 hours. Then I did hear a crack and then another, and finally the black object immersed into sight from the woods. The bear was on the small side, so I let it pass. Then I had another and finally just about last light when I had 10-15 minutes left, a nice bear came in. The coat was in excellent shape and the bear looked to be a good one to shoot. I let it get into position and it presented a good broadside shot. I raised my bow slowly and picked the spot and I don't even remember getting to full anchor when I realized that I had put the arrow right dead center of the spot I chose. I don't think it was but 2 - 3 seconds later, I heard the death moan and I knew then that the bear was down. I had a complete pass through and the bear was only 38 yards away.