Then I get mauled. Heal, then go after him with a .308. Tan his hide, roast his meat, and turn his claws into a necklace for my wife.
Will post pics of next bear hunt.
... Ah, but you are forgetting several crucial pieces of information, which you may actually have not known about...
1) Shock has recently exercised his right to arm bears, leaving me with several semi- and full- auto weapons of my own. Granted, I can't manage to load the magazines by myself... it really requires that you have thumbs... but I can sure as heck shoot them. And lobbing a grenade is even easier.
2) I have in my possession a very valuable and very useful "Endangered Species Identification Card". *shows card* I'm not exactly sure how this works, but when I hold it up like this and wave it around a little, the EPA and other government officials immediately come to my aid. They have more guns.
3) I am a Texan. No further explanation needed.
4) Due to certain unique circumstances throughout my life, I have come to have a very interesting relationship with lightning. While I may not be fully electrokinetic, I do have some influence over that. I have been able to successfully use that ability in battle and win. The victims don't often fully recover. Or live.
5) Also, while I don't like to talk about this part of my life too much... the carnie's owe me one. With just one phone call, I can have a small army of angry clowns and acrobats and ... that bearded lady....
6) And less you think that you could catch me sometime while alone, let me assure you, it doesn't happen often. My home is fully bugged with high-quality microphones and cameras, typically used for leisurely RAFstalking, but which can very easily be used for an alert and surveillance system.
So, let me ask you know... you sure you want to do that?