my long winded, previous writings appear to have gone inter-demensional, so i will try once more... i recently had the pleasure to meet with a retired guide outfitter who among a great many other things was engaged in writing his memoirs. as i too am an avid hunter we talked at length of his 40 some odd years of wilderness experience. at 79 years of age he speaks of a time in the rocky mountains where game was so plentiful there was no imposed bag limit and one took what game was needed for meat no matter the season. although there may have been official regulations in place they were not really enforcable given the remote locations involved. one pack horse trip he took into a back country draw with two american trophy hunters in tow was memorable in that while he was training his binocs on a rock outcrop he saw what he assumed to be an exceptionally large black bear. he was about to share this exciting news with the hunters when the bear reared up on its hind legs and looked as though it had caught wind or heard something that alarmed it. the "bear" then jumped down from it's perch of rock and landed on it's hind feet and strode away!!! very un-bear like to say the least! needless to say he never told the american hunters what he had witnessed for fear they would think him full of it and maybe stiff him for his guiding fee. true story so he says....hyp.