Was one of those odd turn of events, just went out for a cruise in the local mountains that no one ever hunts. Saw 2 small bears on the way up into the mountains, hiked up another mountain just to see a solid bear crest the ridge into the tree line (decent 6 footer). I grabbed the predator call a started wailing on it but he had no interest in coming back out. I remembered the logging company made some nice new cuts 12km further back into the mountains so we headed on over there. Once we got there the cuts were looking fantastic for growth, you knew there just had to be a bear back there with all the green up, we were just slowly creeping along the road and my buddy spots a basketball size patch of hair in the smaller trees that the colour just doesn't look like it fits. Throw the glass up just as he walks out of sight down into a small creek bed. I know the direction he's walking to I quickly run ahead throw my pack on the ground, get lined up for when he comes out of that creek bed and onto a small hill. Waited for him to stop walking for just a second and smacked him, odd thing was he didn't run he didn't even flinch so I racked another round as quick as I could for another shot but he walks even into another group of trees before I can get a 2nd shot. I waited behind the gun for him to pop out of those small trees or hear him taking off into the thick timber down in the cut. 10 mins go by an not a sound, at this point we have 45 mins of light at most so we decided to go in there now to find some sort of blood to even see if he's hit, tracking bears in the dark suck so off we go. Get down into the group of trees and he laying underneath stone dead.