Since it's pretty dead, let me share of a hunting story that happens last hunting season of 2011. My pop and I were out squirrel hunting on a weekend. We came upon a dirt road where a buddy once told me of a water hole which him and his dad use to hunt when he was younger. So we decided to look for the water hole and sure enough I found it by how my buddy described the spot. There was the hidden water hole about 50ft down hill from the dirt road so we set out waited for the squirrels. Unluckily, about an hour pass and there's no sign of squirrels anywhere. I got tire of the spot so I told my pop for him to stay there and I'mma head back up to the dirt road and hunt along it. About 10 mins later, I heard his shotgun fired once and thought "hey, lucky him, that's 1 for sure". Two hours passed by, still no sign of squirrels or gunshot from my pop anymore so I thought I'll just head back and we'll leave since there's nothing there. I got back to my truck which was park on the dirt road right above where the water hole was. I whistle a couple time telling my pop I'm there, no answer back. So I called out to him "TXIV" (dad). Still no answer, then I got this funny feelling and started towards the water hole. As I took a few loud foot steps, I saw movements about 15ft from where my pop was sitting before I left. I called out again "Txiv"? And boy, what I saw was not my dad, it was a brown bear, I say about 200lbs, not too big but still it's a bear. It turned towards me and I can see it was eating, there's a long string of intestine hanging out of it's mouth. Oh man, that time my heart just dropped, I frozed there. I wanted to kill that bear but I couldn't move, my whole body was shaken up, I couldn't do anything, then quickly, the bear dashes away into the woods. I finally got my legs back to work and walked over to where the bear was. I didn't want to look, my heart was pounding so hard, then I got there, I looked. WTF, it was a dead doe that was eaten up by the bear only. I got my energy back but where's my dad???