We were happy that only 2 out of 6 times did one show up to the "dinner bell". The 2nd time it happened, we were fortunate to be on a small rise at the end of a huge flat leading to a lake and from there we could see a sow and 2 of the previous years cubs that were preoccupied with some kind of food source already, about a 1/4 mile away while another solo bear got his attention peaked with the shot and the fact that he was directly downwind of us. He slowly made his way in our direction as two of us boned that deer out and the other stood watch. He would stand on 2 legs from time to time and we could see him turning his head back and forth making sure he was still on his mission, then drop down and continue our way. He kept the same pace the entire time which afforded us the time we needed to take care of the deer. By the time we were done, he/she was about 250yds away. (Yes, we learned just how fast we could bone a deer out that week and became quite proficient at it!) As I mentioned before, our first kill brought one in to about 60 yds in the same small clearing we were in and it was unnerving. I was packing my Remington Ti in 30-06 plus my 44mag for a sidearm and I found myself pointing each in each hand like Rooster Cogburn did in the famous gunfight from True Grit!! My hunting partner told me later that he never knew so many swear words existed as what came out of my mouth during that encounter. The only thing I remember saying is "This isn't good!"