I spent 20 years working in a small but affluent midwestern town. At the local gun/archery shop they had a bulletin board where people would post pictures of their hunts/trophies. One of the contributors was a doctor who was not a great outdoorsman but had the money to play one. Every year there would be pictures of his latest safari. Gazelle, reebok, a zebra, I think a croc once. Never anything approaching the big five. So the guy had decided to hunt brown bear in Alaska. I went in one day and Kevin, the store owner, was telling a couple of regulars the events of the hunt as told to him by said doctor. On the first day there they spot a bear on the side of a mountain. Taking a closer look the guide tells the man "this is a trophy bear. I know it's your first day but you won't get a better opportunity, I may not put anyone on a better bear this whole season". So they stalk to within 150 yards or so up the mountain from the bear with a rocky outcropping between them. Dude sets up and shoots the bear. The guy was like "I would have never believed an animal that big could move that fast. The only thing that saved our ass was the rock ledge between us and the bear and the fact he had to run around it, which allowed the guide to kill it before it got to us. If not for that it would be bear 1/guide, Doc Martin 0. That will be my one and only bear hunt".