I think my bear experience is pretty typical.
1st bear, just try and get one.
Subsequent... cool/big hides.
I didn't keep the meat of my first bear, in a state that didn't require it, and have always regretted it.
My buddy Joe and I embarked on this trip, with the specific goal of bear grease and meat. In some ways a paradigm sift, looking at bears they way I might elk. No one turns up their nose at a 2 year old dry cow.
Yes this is preamble to say we did not shoot a BC bear.
So, day 1 was spent glassing tons of sows with cubs and a couple small single bears. That night we put a stalk on a bigger bear (small/medium) right before shooting light ended but it walked off into the oak brush.
Next morning we decide to try and sit a gulch that is 350 yards across so that we actually have a shot at a bear if we see it.
As we move into position some deer blow out below us... Joe hunkers down and I move 30 yards across the hill to see if I can view the bottom 1/3 of our hillside.
A bear emerges on the opposing hillside.
We both see it and shout whisper to each other.
We both have earplugs in because I brought my new howitzer, and with the brake it's terrifying.
"pssss WILL"- Joe
"PSSS JOE"- Will
"I'm gonna shoot" - Joe
"I'm gonna shoot" - Will
So right as I have the crosshairs lined up Joe shoots.
I see the bear get hit wheel about, and run down hill. I shoot and miss (more than once )... the valley echoes and all of the archery hunters in the unit curse our (my) names.
* Sorry bros*