The Bear (L'ours)

That's a huge male.

He is more than 1,500 pounds.

Hey, look.

An hour, hour-and-a-half.

We are downwind now.

Why did you shoot ? - I was in a good position.

You should have waited for me, son.

- Damn! - You got him in the left shoulder.

He spun around on his forelegs, from right to left.

If you'd hit him in hind legs, he'd never got up again.

A bear always turns in to his wound. You spooked him, son. You spooked him.

My gun jammed!

You're not even close to see him again. Not even with them glasses.

Take it from me: Give up!

He's miles away by now. Believe me.

Easy go.

Easy.

Hoh hoh--easy go, easy, easy.

I swear it, I'll kill you!

With a little luck, I'll be back before your foot's mended.

Will you see them dogs? - We'll havin' some fun.

Dixie!

Come on! Come on!

Come on, you furry pretty girl. Come on.

Over here!

There he is.

He's out of range!

Don't shoot!

You'll hit the dogs!

Gotcha!

Come on, little fella. Whoo!

Whoo! Who's there, huh?

Big, huh?! It's a 'horse'.

Man! Stupid, man!

Who are my babies? Go go go! Come here!

Hold on.

Easy. Go.

Here coming, here! Come on.

Get easy. Attaboy.

Quiet! Lie down! Stop it! Now!