I remember the first bear I shot. I was hunting with a 30-06. When the bear came in I thought he was huge. I busted him with the 30-06. He rolled down the hill into a log, and he flinched. I busted him again. At that time I thought I was Jerimiah Johnson. It was a great feeling. Then I climbed out of my tree stand and went over to him. I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder, he only weighed 90#. I have been catching flack from my friends for the last 30 years, and it has not stopped yet. Tom.