I killed a nice bull on my 2017 hunt, out in a high Colorado alpine basin, far from any trees. I took the quarters off, intending to come back in the morning with my llamas. Wife sez "I've seen some bear sign, you better move those quarters down so you can hang them. I say naw, no need, they wont come and if they do they'll go for the gut pile. Wrong. At least two bears came in, didn't touch the gut pile, and dragged one front and one hind two hundred yards, ate an estimated 30 pounds of meat, and tore hell out of two of my new TAG bags. Yep, lesson learned.
