[butch50]

I was in Alaska, with a friend who had shot a very large black bear with a .357. One shot kill - hit it in the little white spot on the chest.

After we had skinned it and were carrying the head/hide and some of the meat out we were charged by another very large black bear. One gun between us and Ray had it. I had an armful of dead bear.

I was in the process of dumping the skin and heading towards a tree to climb when I heard this blood curdling scream/yell sound. I stopped in my tracks and turned around (thinking I had a bear coming up my butt at that), and there stood ray, pistol aimed and ready. He had let out a rebel yell at the bear, which caused it to stop in it's tracks, just as I had.

The bear stood there popping his jaws shut (sounded like steel traps slamming shut), growling, hair on end, and swaying back and forth. I would say about 30 feet away, maybe a bit less. Ray yelled at it again, and it shook it's head and walked away, looking back occasionally.

That was the most cool headed man I have ever known. Had I had the gun instead of him I would have been shooting. He told me later he already got his bear and didn't need another one.