G A N G W A Y TEAMING ON BEARS BY FREDDIE McKNIGHT 20 It's the Sunday morning after the first day of bear season and I'm tired and sore, to say the least. Though I'd worn a good pair of brush pants, my legs look as if I'd played soccer with a family of porcupines. And I know at least 16 others who are looking and feeling the same way. None have any complaints though. It had been another very successful day of bear hunting, and we'll be back at it come Monday morning. While the number of participants and the number of bears we've taken has varied from year to year, our group has gathered nearly every year since 1995 to hunt bears. Some members enthusiasti-