I hunted bear for the first time about 10 years ago. My brother has a camp in northern Pa, that a bunch of guys went to. I hunted up there for about four years, I would walk up in this hallow about two miles, that had a stream that ran down the bottom of it. The hillsides were spotted with hemlocks, and pines, along with hardwoods. I would climb up a hillside and find a nice rock to sit on, and didn't care if I saw a bear or not. In fact most of the time I was hoping that I didn't see one to shoot. I was most content sitting in the peace and quiet enjoying the beautiful scenery around me.
There were mostly young guys in the camp. In fact I was the oldest there. From when I first went up there I told them they needed to put on organized drives if they wanted to see bear. After a few years they decided to start doing drives. I hunted with them that first year, they started putting on drives, and just wasn't to keen about climbing a mountain side and stomping through thick stuff most of the day. So about six years ago I quit going. With all the younger guys going, I guess I felt I just didn't fit in. Plus I would rather sit up in the hallow than put on drives. Now that same weekend I go to my buddys farm in WV where about 6 friends my age gather for deer hunting. We eat good food, have a few drinks and tell stories from years past. Getting a deer was never all that important to me. It was the time spend with friends that mattered most.
I also tried bear meat one time, and I didn't like it enough to ever wish I had one in the freezer.