in the late 80s in nor-cal coastal mountain range(its 3hrs to pavement)my hunting partners and i have a cabin we hunt hogs and deer from.after dressing and gearing up for hogs with a full lug 629 s&w 44 mag.in a bandoleer holster in the early am barely light i was relieving myself on to the edge of a black berry patch just off the porch and looking at the view over the canyon,mostly dark too early,when i heard something directly in front of me,when it stood up it looked bigger then a dinosaur,it turned out to be a sow with 1 cub both of them about 8-10 ft.out in the berries,as i backed away she came toward me like a roto-tiller i'm pulling the gun walking rapidly backwards when i tripped and fell right on my butt,thinking all the time i'm bear breakfast,as i got the gun out,for some unknown reason the sow slowed,for what appeared,to sniff the the urine puddle,then she charged i hit the animal 4 out of 6 pulls1 rd went through her eye 2 through the neck 1 breaking the spine,1 in the shoulder 2 others who knows,of course in the chaos i hadn't noticed one of my partners had come on to the porch with his coffee,and better yet his .45-70 lever gun,and had also hit it twice of course,heart and lung also disintegrating 4 in. of spine.we both claimed success in our shooting skills after i had replaced my weapons.1 behind my fly and zipper,the other i re-holstered,and since i had pissed all over my leg i changed my levis,but our skinning and bear autopsy,confirmed the hits by each of us.the animal weighed north of 385lbs. i m o when it comes to bears bigger is better