Here I sit. Earlier had a shot. Bear came in. Quiet as a ghost. Not a sound. Not a big bear. But a bear. I bring up the gun, he is close, 30 yards at the most. He looks at me, i float cross hairs over his shoulder, finger slides to the trigger, hold, and he bolts.
First sighting. Sun is getting lower. Little more time in this hunt. The trail cam will tell the tale. He was standing right in front of it.
Guess I shoulda' brought the keys.
Meh.