I think you guys are looking at this wrong. Nobody knows how this actually played out except the bear and the man, and we can't get their stories. I'd much rather be killed by a bear that I was trying to kill, than die in a diaper surrounded by strangers, years after my mind has failed. If my last minutes are in mortal combat with a predator that I was actively hunting, don't pity me, or call me a fool. It's easy to forget that hunting is an inherently risky activity, and all the more so when hunting giant Russian brown bears. He wasn't an idiot, but he made a mistake. Maybe he has killed a hundred brown bears in his life, and on his last day on earth, bear number 101 won the fight. I hope for a worthwhile death some day, not wasting away in a nursing home for a decade or more.
Perhaps, at age 83, from jumping out of the 2nd story window of a married woman who's husband just came home?I think of much better ways to move on to the hereafter than either of the scenarios you proposed. LOL
BINGOThat guy deserves the Darwin Award!
Moral is listen to the old guy I suppose.50 years ago hunting the Adirondacks at a family friends deer camp, one of the hunters wounded a black bear. We trailed it into a cedar swamp. Oh joy! We finally got to a spot where we could see him. Looked dead. Older hunter stopped everybody and told hunter to shoot him again. What for, he's dead! Hunter shoots bear and it ROARED LOUDLY! HOLY CRAP! He got shot 5+ more times in blink of eye since we were maybe 50' from him! Talk about life lesson learned! Heck, my rifle wasn't even chambered since there were 5 others! Shorts got thrown out that night!