What you see when you don't have a gub

Courtesy of my friend Doug, this:

This e-mail is from Frank Cole, son of a developer here in Cheyenne, Wyoming and a guide at Cabelas.
Many of you know that my brother-in-law (Bridgett's husband), Ron, was attacked by a grizzly bear last weekend while bow hunting elk with his dad. Ron amazingly came through with non-life-threatening injuries.
Ron, who is an experienced hunter and used to be a guide, was calling an elk for his dad, who was downhill forty yards. The elk suddenly spooked and then Ron heard a noise behind him. He turned and a grizzly was fifteen feet behind him. He tried to shoo it away but it proceeded toward him. He went behind a tree and the bear kept coming, so he took off on a 'death run' downhill towards his dad.
With the grizzly just feet behind his son, and running full speed, Ron's dad shot one arrow. Ron saw the arrow fly by his leg, unsure of whether it hit the bear, and within a few more steps, Ron was on his back with the grizzly on top of him. With his arms shielding his head, Ron kicked and punched the bear with all he had. Ron said it all went too fast and he was so full of adrenaline, he could not feel any pain at the time of the attack.
When the bear continued to attack, Ron's dad could see that the bear was bleeding badly from the arrow, and he went over and started beating on the bear with his bow. (You can not carry guns during bow hunting season, so he had nothing to shoot it).
The bear continued to attack Ron, biting clear through his left hand and glove, and down to the bone of his right arm just below the elbow. Then the bear, stopped, looking at Ron's dad, walked away several yards, and rolled over dead.
The bear was autopsied and showed that it was well over 500 pounds (the grizzlies in that area average 350lbs) and was eleven years old (which is in its prime). Following the path of the arrow, the autopsy showed that the arrow went in, hit a main artery, then bent, and hit the heart! A one in a thousand shot they said.

Rico says the law be damned, if there's grizzly in the area, he's carrying a .44 magnum, because he'll take a citation over a hospitalization (or worse) any day... (But he'd always heard that bears couldn't run downhill because of their small foreleg size, so that myth's dead.)