Last time I went bear hunting, my friend and I sepatrated when we found tracks that split off, About 2 hours after separating I hear his shots and turned around and the bear I was traking was fukin like 20 yards behind me. I dont know how he got around me so fast, so I started shooting too. Any way after feild dressing, I went back to get some help to drag it back, I found my friend dragging his back, I was about to help when the fuckin bear he was dragging started moving and took a swip at him. I freaked and had a side arm and just started to rip on this bear. After finaly killing it , I asked didnt you even check, he said what do you want me to do check for a pules? We stood their arguing when the frekin bear moved again. This time we both stood over it and unloaded in its head, it is morbid but its was halarious, like the part with the cow, in me, my self and Iren. So we dressed the bear right their and then continued to taked him to camp, the conversatin on the way back was crazey.
MadSativa Reviewed by MadSativa on . Quirky relatives... just in time for the holidays! Okay, so who has a cool, quirky relative who the holidays would be totally dull without? I have an aunt who is a respected museum curator and graphic designer... you'd never know she's also into big bikes (she had this outrageous BMW cruiser for a while) and bear hunting. She's got awesome stories and it's impossible not to laugh around her. Who else? Rating: 5