My Cherokee grandpaw tells of being so poor as to not have enough money to buy a gun for b'ar huntin'. He and another young fool would hunt with knives. One idiot would scare up a b'ar and get it to chase him around a knob of a hill while the other Eintsein would shinny up a tree and jump on the b'ars back when it passed under and would slit its' neck. I guess it worked as this Cherokee hillbilly woman is around to tell the tale!