I just picked up 'The perfect shot, North American big game" book and It has excellent pictures and long chapters on all large game I would suggest it to anyone who ever questions what a good kill shot would be.
Alright. Can someone go into the head issue. I've heard this is a big no due to the thickness and angle of the skull. Is there a certain angle that is ideal for a head shot, like from the back or flat shot to the side?
No problem man but if you want a mount atall, I dont suggest a head shot but if you just want the meat and hide a head shot is the way to go. Dont try if its more than a 75 yrd shot though too many things to take into account with anything further for head shots.
I personally believe that head shots as first shots should be avoided if possible with the exception of hippo, elephant, and crocodiles. It screws up your trophy as mentioned earlier, and it is a much more difficult shot relative to the heart/lung shot. If you miss the heart a little, you can break the shoulder of the bear thus incapacitating it substantially, and/or you can still hit the lungs which is a lethal shot with a substantialy powerful rifle. Most importantly, brain shots are bad in my opinon b/c of the high potential of hitting the head and not killing the animal. Brain shots can present funny angles, and if you aren't using a big enough gun, you could hit the bear and just cause it too suffer or die slowly. If you use something bigger and miss the brain, you'll probably incapacitate it, but why destroy the face of such a great looking animal?
Point; Use big enough bullets and aim for the heart and lungs.
I like head shots exspecially with moose. If the animal is close enough and you have no intentions on keeping the head or face I say go for it theres nothing like seeing that big of an animal down right where its standing but then again I like heart shots too so either way you win. Bears are the same 75 and under and a good head shot take it you wont be dissapointed. Remember you hit the brain its the most humane.
I've spent countless hours either on my hands and knees or bent over, messing up my back, looking for blood. One such instance I remember most was a hog hunt a few years ago in Mississippi. I had never shot a hog so when I poked a hole in this guy; I was determined to find him. Wearing snake leggings, I crawled on my hands and knees through the briars and the brambles and bushes where a rabbit wouldn't go. I found a spot of blood here and there but never the pig. And lucky for me, I didn't find...