I think a polar bear would be near impossible to take.
I STAND CORRECTED, HERES THE STORY!
John and I followed behind the dogs on the sled. When the large boar realized that he was being pursued by two dogs he turned to fight. I watched in horror as he grabbed one of the dogs in his jaw and threw him several yards into the air. The dog was not mortally wounded, but quickly ran away from the bear. The other dog became cautious and would not approach the bear any closer than a few yards at the same time as the bear was moving slowly away from it. Abe shouted that this was a mature male and that he was probably not going come to bay. He wanted to call the dogs back and let him go.
I decided that I did not want to let this one get away. I would try and take him without the help of the sled dogs. I removed my EXP jacket and began to approach the bear on foot. Once I was within approximately fifty five yards I put an arrow on the string and drew back my bow. I picked a spot behind the shoulder and released. I had calculated my indirect aiming point incorrectly and my arrow fell considerably short of the bear. I quickly grabbed another arrow out of my quiver, held my point above the bear's back and shot again. The shot's elevation was correct, but I had hit behind the chest area and instead hit its rear leg. At this point he roared loudly and I was sure at that moment that he was going to charge me.
Instead of charging, he began to move away in a brisk shuffling run. I ran back to the dog sled and we began to follow at about seventy five yards parallel to the bear. The one dog was still following the bear and was now beginning to show some courage as he would nip at the bear's hind quarters. Suddenly the bear once again turned to fight the dog. At this point I jumped from the dog sled and ran towards the bear. It was about sixty yards away. I took aim and loosed an arrow. It was high and arched several feet over the bear's back.
I needed to concentrate! My surroundings began to get blurry and I was having an extremely difficult time breathing. My body temperature was dropping and I could not feel my hands anymore. My head was throbbing from the cold and it felt as if my lungs were on fire! I had to focus my attention on making one accurate shot. That was all it would take! I had practiced at this distance and knew that I could get the arrow where I needed it.
In a dream-like trance I took another arrow from my quiver, picked my spot carefully and shot. The point of the arrow was slightly above his back and the release was perfect. I watched the arrow arch high in seemingly slow motion flying perfectly. The arrow disappeared completely in the bear's chest and when he turned around I could see that there was blood coming out on the opposite side. The arrow had gone completely through the bear! He began to move away and I took another shot. This time the arrow hit his front shoulder and shattered. It was not important. He already had a mortal wound. It was just a matter of time before the hemorrhaging would bring the bear down.
Whats the hardest animal in the world to bow hunt?
