I'm a suburban hunter and sometimes the gut piles are a little close to houses. However, they never make it through the night. I was once again amazed this season how fast one of the gut piles got cleaned up. Not a morsel remained.

I remember another time I dropped a doe close to my stand and after waiting about ten minutes, I got down and gutted her. Within the hour, a red fox came sprinting through the wood towards the gut pile. Really gives you perspective on how hungry they must get...

The bear thing; that's honestly a little unnerving. When I first started reading the posts on this this thread, I thought even a bowhunter would have a bear come into the scene possibly a little too early for comfort.