I have hunted since I was 12. This year will be my 14th year hunting. I have personally never shot a bear and I will tell you why.
As for what woodsman and Sealhunter said, yes, they do have a resembelance to humans. My father has shot a few in his life and he even chooses not to take them anymore. His Is the same reason as mine. All of the bears that he shot while I was with him were bang-flops. It's great. No one likes having to go into the bush after a bear. And now I will tell you a story.
My dad and I were on our way home, following our other hunting friends. At the base of a cliff, somewhat close to house was a small black bear. Our hunting friend gets out of his truck and says, I have a bear tag. I might as well take it because it will probably end up a garbage bear. We park the truck on the side of the road and walk up to him. He reaches into his truck and pulls out a lever action .243 and let's fly. First shot hit him in the belly, back towards his ass and his intestines spill out onto the ground. This bear begins to run and scream. He sounds like a human screaming. It made me sad. He reloads and shoots again, missing him, reloads shoots again and hits him in the front paw and blows it almost off. It's hanging by some skin and he's trying to run. He's stumbling over on his paw, screaming like a human. Our hunter friend then reloads again and says. "hey, I'm out of ammo! That's all I brought. " so, here is this bear, maybe a small 3 year old boar, trying to limp uphill and away from us with it's intestines trailing on the ground and he's stepping on them with his back legs. Before my dad could say anything to me, I was running back to the truck to grab his 300 weatherby and his ammo pouch. All while this is happenning, he is still yelling like a hurt human being. I get back to my dad, he loads 1 round, cranks this bear between the eyes and drops dead. Our hunter friend walks up to him, kicks him down the hill towards us and he lands in the ditch infront of me. Paw blown away, entrails hanging out and a shattered skull. My dad looks at the bear, looks at me and then looks at out hunter friend and says "This is bulls#|t, let's go". That was the last time we ever hunted with him and the last time I ever talked to him. I found out 2 weeks later that he left it in a garbage can in the back of his truck cause he was to effin lazy to skin in. It went bad, he threw it out on the side of a bush road. I still loathe him to this day for what he did to that bear and what I had to watch and hear. I have no need to shoot something that screams like a human and looks like one when skinned. I told myself one shot, one kill from now on and have never needed a finishing shot on an animal. After much consideration and talking with my girlfriend, I put in for a grizz draw this year and bought my first bear tag ever. She wants a rug. I like the meat. Win win situation. Sorry if that was a little graphic.
