The first and only time I went bowhunting up in Northern California (1977), my friend and I bought both deer and bear tags. I'm not sure what we were thinking at the time. I can just visualize the two of us, tripping on acid while trying to plant a couple of broadheads into the vitals of a charging black bear. As if.
By the way, I'd be willing to bet dollars to donuts this guy had a pistol on him as a backup; that's pretty common practice when bowhunting for larger animals with sharp pointy horns or teeth.
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Date: 2005-09-16 11:31 am (UTC)By the way, I'd be willing to bet dollars to donuts this guy had a pistol on him as a backup; that's pretty common practice when bowhunting for larger animals with sharp pointy horns or teeth.
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Date: 2005-09-16 05:59 pm (UTC)It's like an O. Henry story!