Good times with my best friend

Saturday was opening day of bear season, and as usual i have spent months scouting. I took my best friend and life long hunting partner Tom with me, i took my bow only because i am stubborn and Tom brought his rifle.

we got to my spot about an hour before light and walked a little over a mile in. About 20 minutes after first light i spotted a big bear in the unit I was glassing. After we stalked as close as the terrain would alow I set up behind a stump and waited, bow in hand as the bear fed up the draw towards us.

I needed him to come in to 50 yards for an ethical shot with my bow but when he was at 98 yards i felt the wind against the back of my neck and knew we were in trouble. At that moment the bear stopped eating, put his nose in the air and started sniffing, i knew we were busted and told Tom to take him!

BOOM!!!!!
you missed him!
BOOM!!!!

and down he goes, a realy nic e boar, 250+ after a 3.5 hour pack job, we had him to the truck.