After sitting for two more hours or so, the bear began coming in again, from a different direction. He came in several times between 11 p.m. and 12:30 a.m., and spooked every time. He gradually became more comfortable though, and finally gave my dad a good shot at about 12:45 a.m. (remember it's Alaska so we still were in legal shooting light). Using his recurve bow, he hit him a little far back, so we decided to come back and try to find him in the morning because it was fairly dark and the brush is very thick. Luckily the next morning we found him less than 150 yards from the bait, and boy was he a monster! This beautiful chocolate colored bear with big white claws was about the same size as my bear. He'll make Pope & Young for sure. Two record book bears taken with traditional bows! This is shaping up to be my best bear season ever!