When I returned the next morning, the deer was expired right where I left him bedded the previous night. I went in to retrieve my trophy and was startled by a black bear protecting the carcass. It looked as if he had chased off a coyote that had started eating the carcass. I quickly prepped and quartered my deer, took it home to the cooler and later returned to hunt the black bear that couldn’t have gone far. With the help of my buddy, R.J., I was able to get an arrow into the bear. Not only had I harvested a great mule deer, but also had a fall black bear to boot. You cannot make this stuff up!