After hunting in the North GA mountiains for 25 years and seeing several bears over the years, last fall I had the opportunity to take one during the primitive weapons season. I was hunting ridge tops for deer, bear, and wild pigs, whatever I saw first. The second morning of the hunt, we woke to rain, so I decided to do a stalk along the ridge tops hoping the rain would cover my scent and sound and I would see something before it saw me. I climbed 30 minutes to the top of the ridge, then after a short break, I started the stalk. After about 40 yards, I heard and saw him about 30 yards off the ridge top. I raised my Traditions Timberridge 50 cal putting the Williams Firesights right behind his front shoulder. I let him take 1 step and then I sent the 240 gr Powerbelt into his boiler room. All I saw was a trail of fire and sparks against the blackness of the bear and the darkness of the early morning rain. It was like the shot was in slow motion and I then saw him lurch forward and started crashing down through the laurel. He went maybe 30 yards and I heard the final crash and the last breath from the 195lb bruin. As luck goes, he ran off the other side of the ridge from where I climbed up. He was bigger than me, so there was no pulling him up hill. I radioed my hunting partner and told him I had a big black bastard down and to meet me on the road on the other side of the ridge with the truck, but I may be a while. It took me a while to get down through the laurel to the logging road where I took the photos and met up with Ricky. Not at all a long range hunt, but very satisfying. I nice animal, beautiful location, a week camping in the woods with good friends, fresh tenderloin on the campfire... I found that the Powerbelt hollowpoint did not exit. It hit 1 rib, entered the lungs, and exploded destroying the lungs.