What are these bears you keep talking about, some sort of imaginary friends that are protecting you?
So---here is a refresher course regarding bear hunting---you asked for it---don't get mad at me----
A guy went out bear hunting one day. He saw a bear and shot it. It was a perfect shot in the head. He walked over to retrieve the dead bear and it wasn't there on the ground. He was wondering where it went. Then he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked back and it was the bear. The bear said, "Grab your ankles."
So the hunter did. Helpless--though he complied---but got madder by the minute.
The next day, the hunter went back out hunting with a bigger gun. He is mad as hell and wants revenge, "I am going to get that damn bear this time!"
He saw the bear, shot him twice, then he noticed the bear was again not on the ground when he tried to retrieve it.
He got another tap on the shoulder. You guessed it, the bear again, saying, "Grab your ankles."
This time---the guy is beyond furious---he is steaming---smoke coming out of his ears---he is a raging monster. The next day the guy went out again, this time he had a 50 caliber machine gun with Armor piercing, explosive tip rounds.
He saw the bear and went crazy on him and filled him full of lead! After the smoke clears---he sees nothing---no dead bear---now he is really scared sh-itless.
Then he got another tap on the shoulder. He looked back and saw the bear.
The bear said, "You know, "I am beginning to think that you are not really coming out here to hunt!"
If you still don't get it---then ask your buddies.