Took a friend bear hunting in the Snake River country one year. I tagged a blonde bear early so was helping him. He empties his gun at a brown phase across a canyon, hits it but it's wallerin' around over there. I say, "That's your sheit, go fix it, I'm stayin right here and watch the show." He gets ammo and proceeds across the canyon to dispatch said bear post haste. Get's there, finds bear, , shoots a time or two, I forget how many now, comes back. "Out of ammo", says he.
I say,"How many you take?"
He says, "1 (or 2). I don't remember which, but anyway, not many to be chasing a wounded bear. He opens his gun to reload, again, and lo and behold, there's another one in the chamber.
Some people are their own worst enemy.
