It was the last day of Frank's hunt, and he still had one deer tag to fill. The weather had finally broken, and we headed out to a spot that guide Luke Randall had a good feeling about. We rounded the long grassy peninsula, and spotted a big buck feeding through the grass. There was a pretty big ocean surge going, so Luke put Casey, Frank, and I on the beach to make a stalk while he stayed with the boat. As we closed in on where we last saw the buck, it suddenly appeared 15 yards in front of us, walking right toward us. Frank quickly dropped the buck in his tracks with a single shot. Immediately a brown bear came tearing out of the gully behind the deer. Luckily the bear ran the other way and kept his distance, but we took no chances, and got the buck back to the boat as quickly as possible.