Bear Hunting

Some people like to hunt for pleasure. Here's a story about a man who liked to hunt bears.
There is a man, like I said before, who likes to hunt for bears. So he goes in woods and after a few hours he spots one, silently sneaking closer. He takes a good aim, shoots, and ... misses.
The bear hears the shot and walks to the hunter.
“Were you the dude shooting at me?” he asks.
Scared as hell, the hunter doesn't know what to say and decides to be honest. “Eh... yes,” he replies.
So the bear tells him to take of his pants and bend over. The hunter does so, and the bear fucks him in the ass.
The next day, the hunter realizes what has actually happened, and thinks, "Damn that bear! I MUST get him today! And this time I won’t miss!"
So he goes to the forest and finds the same bear. He aims, he shoots, and he misses again. The bear looks in his direction and yells, “YOU AGAIN?!”
He walks up to the hunter, tells him to turn around, drop his pants and bend over. The hunter complies...
The next day the hunter is really upset with that bear fucking him in the ass TWICE, so he goes to the local gun store, and buys himself a rifle with space for two bullets. He can't miss now, and even if he does, he still has a second chance.
He walks into the woods again that day and spots the bear. He very carefully takes his position, aims at the bear, nothing can go wrong now... BANG!
The bear looks up.
“Crap I missed!” the hunter yells. He gets up, takes a second aim and fires at the bear again. BANG!
Again he misses.
The bear walks up to the hunter, who already knows what is going to happen. He turns around and drops his pants, bends over and hears the bear coming closer.
The bear stands right behind him now, and yells at the hunter, “YOU DON'T COME HERE TO HUNT, DO YOU?!?”