Last night I drove out to my OTC unit do some scouting. Fast forward to the AM after seeing the sights I decided to break camp for the day. Unfortunately as any good hunting spot I'm bushwhacking the entire way up hill both ways etc etc. Long story short while im in the middle of what is basiclly a deadfall corral I decide to let off a few cow calls. cow call #1..... cow call #2...... cow call #3..... . I hear branches cracking behind me. As im a big baby I turn around expecting to see a chipmunk orchestra. What i wasn't expecting was a black bear the size of lizzo gliding over this dead fall like a ballerina. He got closer than i would have liked. Definitely within spitting distance but I guess I scared him as much as he scared me because he was gone just as quick as he appeared. During this seconds long escapade I busted off 2 Buffalo bore +P rounds into a tree for good measure. I didn't even realize what had happened until i felt my ears ringing