When my wife and I got married, we rented a cabin far out in the woods because that was her dream. She wanted to be alone with me, rise early in the morning, drink our coffee with nothing but the sound of birds. On the second day, she told me, "Honey, this is a wonderful honeymoon. But, do you know what would make this better? If I could try some bear meat. Would you go out and get me a bear?" Well, I knew she had no idea what that entailed, but just to humor her I said I would go. I figured that I would set out in the woods for a couple of hours and come back and tell her I could not find a bear and she would be satisfied that I at least tried. I found an old log and sat down to have a cup of coffee from my thermos and heard a sound behind me. It was a really big bear. He saw me just as I saw him and he charged with a roar. I was so scared I forgot I had a rifle and went running through the woods towards the safety of the cabin with that bear right behind me gnashing at my heels. My darling wife saw what was happening and threw open the door for me. Just as I got to the stoop, I tripped and fell headlong and the bear was so close behind me it could not stop but ran right into the cabin with my wife. I jumped up and threw my Buck 103 Skinner in behind the bear, slammed the door, and yelled, "Honey, you skin that one and I'll get us another."