The first night on the stand looked very promising. Faith and I checked my camera, and there had been two nice black bears on the bait when we pulled up in the boat. After settling into our treestands, we only had to wait about 20 minutes before the smaller of the two came back to the bait. At first I was questioning how big he was, but after he camped out right below our stands, even tried to climb my tree, I figured him to be about 6 feet--a nice boar. When he presented a shot, I motioned for her to go ahead, and she put an arrow right behind his shoulder. He took off, and we gave him about 20 minutes. We looked for him for three hours but couldn't find the bear. After calling it a night, we looked at the video footage and saw that the arrow achieved very little penetration. We returned in the morning and found some blood and followed it for about half a mile before the trail petered out. I'm pretty certain that bear was left with nothing more than a sore rib.