Don't want to get into arguement about hunting techniques or ethics. As I get older I just like taking any life less. I think it is an evolutionary process of life.The main reason I hunt deer is love of venison, and gives satisfaction harvesting food yourself. Racks on the wall mean less and less. My wall space is limited. Sometimes I think I may graduate to a camera for shots of bucks. I did have the thrill of bear hunting yrs ago. I knew an outfitter near Yellowstone, who took out bear hunters. We went to sit on baits just so I could see a bear. There was always the chance a Griz, would show up too! His nephew came back from watching bait once with story of two grizzlies fighting over it. The sounds made his hairs stand up, he said. One evening, while dusk was falling, and the timber was darkening, and Ravins were making strange sounds in the trees like spirits, my friend said there is a big boar at the bait. We were on the ground watching. He'd had enough shooting things in his life but he said large boars, killed alot of calf elk, so if one showed up, he'd take it out. He raised his rifle and shot the bear dead on. It took three shots to keep the bear down! That was exciting,,you bet, but I still felt bad ,,,him shooting that magnificent animal. He would not touch bear meat. Mainly because he always said, he knew what those critters ate, and he wanted no part of them.The thrill may be confronting a creature that could kill you or really harm you anyway. Up in a tree,with a bow, not much protection I guess. Just me,,If I don't want to eat it,,leave it alone. I do have a black bear mount on my wall however. It was hit on the road up in MI, where I worked. People didn't want it, so I mounted it.