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One day while deer hunting I walked up on some bears. Which I was ok with at the time. In the mid GA aea there is no open season for harvesting bears. The first one I saw I was leveling the gun at cuz I thought it was a pig until I caught a good look while trying to draw a bead on it and decided it had too much hair even for a wild black russian boar. I lowered the gun and squatted down on my haunches. Watched that cute little cub bear play for five or ten minutes. It decided to go behind a big bush which hid it from my sight. I was about tired of waiting for it to come back to where I could see it when it came out followed by it's twin. So I stayed and watched those two play for a while. Then there mom decided to comeout from behind the bush. She would take one paw and knock over dead trees so she and the cubs could eat the bugs and grubs from under them. It was drizzling rain that day and they never scented me I reckon. If the mom had decided I was a threat I reckon that coulda been the worse day I'd even had hunting but as it was it was kinda cool.
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