I'm crouched in the thick underbrush waiting for him to come closer. I've been waiting for this day my whole life, and at this moment my success rests on which direction the big brown bear decides to move. Slowly he begins walking in my direction. I know this is the day it could all come together, but I have been close many, many times before. The bear is thirty yards out, and coming closer. I am shaking with adrenaline. And as the bear closes the distance, I raise my bow, and slowly begin to draw. At twelve yards he stops and looks right at me. If I am detected at this range the outcome could be ugly. I am holding at full draw now, as his eyes burn through me. There is a sapling in front of his ribcage, and he needs to take one more step. Finally he lowers his head and moves forward, and simultaneously I loose my stone tipped arrow....
But for now it's just a dream.