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Close friend of mine was ambushed by a big'un last year up in the mountains. They had been tracking each other on and off for a while (months) and it finally came to a head one evening. Friend knew (had a feeling) they'd be seeing each other that day so he had his rifle with him. Nonetheless when Gentle Ben popped up in front of him at near point blank range he wasn't sure the rifle was the proper tool.

Sidebar: How the hell can an animal that big sneak up one someone so craftily...

Got Ben in the chest. Ben got taken back a few paces then charged, so he plugged him again. Pure dumb luck he got Gentle Ben through the heart and Ben didn't get up again. My friend then walked home, changed his jockeys, and went to get his tractor to scoop up Ben and dump him in the ravine. If he hadn't brought his rifle out with him that day, I guess Ben would have won the battle & the war. As it is, the Big Katz of the mountain ate really well that night. Day later and the carcass was picked clean!

I've heard of white guilt, but top-of-the-food-chain guilt? GAFB!!!!