30 years ear a ub nter h By Jeff Hale Yes, there were bears roaming the woods, but not all that many; and the chances of seeing one when I could get off work to hunt them were not particularly inspiring. This was frustrating because I saw many bears at other times. They wandered under my tree stand while bowhunting for deer. They came to my turkey calls in the spring. They towered up on hind legs and watched curiously as I mowed summer hay. NOVEMBER 2016 One bear, in particular, tried picking up a road-killed groundhog just as I strode over it on my daily run. I stopped and remained still as the big boar woofed and made a complete 10-foot circle around me; its great weight making audible thumps as it ran, and its belly nearly brushing the ground. Then there was the one I peed on. At the end of a spring-gobbler hunt, I took a personal moment over a ditch alongside the trail. Imagine my shock 33