About 12 years ago I shot a 4pt near Twisp on opening morning. The next morning my dad, my uncle, and I hit the trail again, but before leaving we noticed that the head of my deer was gone from the picnic table. Around midnight the night before, two guys pulled their camp at the end of the road and took off. We blamed the missing head on them and cussed them all the next day.
When we returned to camp on the second day, my uncle and I put our stuff away and were sitting down to take our boots off. After puting his rifle in the camper and without saying anything to us, my dad had found some bear tracks on the road and followed them.
So my uncle and I had just put our slippers on when we heard my dad screaming for his life from down the road. "HELP! HELP! BRING THE GUNS! HE'S GONNA KILL ME!" My uncle grabbed his 30-06, I grabbed the .22 I carried for the day and, in slippers, we ran down the road to see who was about to kill my dad. Just down the road we saw my dad FLYING down the bank and onto the road. I've never seen my dad move like that. He got behind my uncle, grabbed him by the shirt, and started pushing him up the bank saying, "SHOOT HIM! SHOOT HIM!"
My dad was freaked out, but managed to say something about a bear.
All three of us went up the hill and just as my dad is pointing to the mighty, blood thirsty beast, a cute little bear stands up on his hind legs, standing about chest high. "There he is. SHOOT HIM!" "Where?" my uncle asked. "Right there!" says my dad. "That's just a little one" says uncle. "He wasn't chasing you! Now shoot him!" says dad.
We scared the bear away and my dad showed us the find. Against the base of a tree was my deer head, along with another head from our camp that the bear had taken during the day while we were gone.
My dad had followed the track to the heads, and while he was looking at them, he thought he heard me walking behind him. Of course when he turned around it wasn't me standing behind him, but the bear. Apparently the bear made a charge as my dad ran and my dad thought the bear was on his ass all the way down to the road.