Ok first off I am not the best hunter, in fact I'm the guy that shoots all the retarded animals. When the animals see me they figure that I can't possibly be a hunter so I am safe. So here is my bear story, It started 2 years ago: A friend and I were coming done from the top of the hill, we were just walking along the gravel road talking not thinking we could possibly spook anything now that it was midday. We had been hunting since day break and we had finally quit shivering from creeping around in the woods. As I was saying, we were walking down the road and I looked down to my right into a ravene about a hundered feet away and I see this what looks like a brown furry kitchen table moving along the bottom, well it finally dawns on me that it's a bear. So by now you can tell I am not the brightest bulb on the tree. I yell "BEAR"! So my buddy knows why I am flailing around trying to get my rifle off my shoulder. The backpack goes flying, binos slung over my shoulder and in the process of doing so giving myself a good nylon strap burn on my neck, finally get the scope up and I see it. Amazing my cross hairs are on it, I start the squeeze......what! where did it go? It just did a David Copperfield. Gone. I bring the rifle down and it is absolutly gone. Well we watch the general direction going up the other side of the ravine about 100 yards away and only see it for about 5 seconds, we only get 1 shot off.....clean miss. Good. Man that was a nice bear. Well that's what started the bear fasnication, I still have dreams of that bear. So the next year, totally dfferent place, we see a bear on the hillside about 300 yards away, I yell "BEAR" so my buddies know why I am flailing about and the elbows and bungholes begin as we clammor out of the truck. Well needless to say that rug ran away. Man that was a nice bear. So after a few weeks I decide to analyze why we couldn't get a good shot off at these bears. I to the conclusion that I need to stop yelling "BEAR". That is pretty much a dead give away and lets the bear know we are indeed looking at him so they decide to skidaddle. Makes since right? Ok I won't yell "BEAR" any more when I see one. Well, it is now elk season 2012, my bud and I are hunting, of course, what else but elk. This is my second year of having to wear glasses for distance, so it pretty much suuuccckkksssss! When its humid out, and when is it not humid in Oregon, my glasses keep fogging up from the heat comming off my coconut, so they are now perched on top of my forehead like a hood ornament because I have given up on trying to keep them from fogging up. Yeah that no fog crap spray or cream doen't work for long. I am walking up this overgrown road and come around a bend and see this fuzzy black thing sticking out of a green bush. I realize there is a branch with some leaves on it between us and what ever it is has not seen me yet. I take a better look with my binos, well looky there a bear. Ok remember what I said about not yelling "Bear" well I didn't. The next thing I see is the bear in my cross hairs and something goes bang. I don't remember putting my binos down and bringing up my rifle, clicking off the safety. Wow did I just do that? Ok now where did it go? My first thought was oh man the worst thing is to track a wounded bear. If I remember the shot was maybe 65 feet. That was the longest 65 feet I ever walked, took me about 15 minutes. At the time, unknown to me, I did get it right in the neck and it dropped like a rock, but I didn't know that because it was in the bushes. I slowly move forward and finally start to see something on the other side of the bush and behind a log. Wow, I can't believe it I got a bear, must be a retarted one. Oh well I am happy. Everybody tells me she was about 180 lbs and fish and game says about 10 to 15 years old, the taxidermist is guessing about 17. The kids loved the jerky all 5 lbs are gone, I still have about 5 lbs of pepproni sticks left, I am hoping it will make to Christmas. The rest I had made into sausage and I have never had a meat that had a light sweet taste with very little gameyness to it. Well hope you enjoyed the story. Now lets see if I can get some pics to down load. Well I tried and its not working. Will try tomorrow. Well I have tried to up load a few more but just cant seem to get them small enough. The skin measured 5ft 2in from tip of nose to base of tail and the skull was 16 1/8.