As my 5-year-old son inspected the eyes, lips, and nose of this freshly-killed bear, he inquired as to whether we would be keeping the meat. I lifted a paw near his face so he could whiff the odor of dead walrus that miles of moist tundra had failed to erase.
I went back to the kill site less than two weeks later to retrieve the shoulder blade which had been neatly drilled by the 45 caliber slug. There were only a couple of minor rib bone fragments and a raven feather or two to indicate any animal had ever been there…no stain in the tundra, nothing.
But my boys enjoy brown bear; we're just somewhat choosy about what we salvage. Nothing wrong with a berry-eating bear. Salmon or beach-kill bears are another matter.