At the same copper mine where I worked, there was an old security guard who, at an earlier time had been sort of a professional hunter. He hunted cougar for the bounty, bear for customers who wanted a rug, and when coyotes were a bounty animal, killed them by the hundreds. His career ended on a single hunt. He was hunting bear up close to Payson, Ariz. He was in a draw, and he saw a bear walking up a slope across his field of view. He always hunted with a .30-30 carbine, and he used that gun to shoot that bear three times behind the shoulder. He saw the dust fly every time. The bear balled up and rolled down the slope, got to his feet, and came after the guy. Wouldn't you know it, just like in the movies, he'd gotten excited and jammed the carbine. From where he was standing, it was straight down behind him, so as a last resort he pulled his hunting knife and prepared to Dan'l Boone that critter. Just a moment before he crapped his pants, the bear fell dead at his feet. He said the mine paid just as much, and he could work rain or shine.