My only bear story was in Wyoming many years ago. I was north of Jackson Hole on the Snake River getting in some week day fishing. No one around but me. Every once in a while a drift boat would go past and they would yell something at me. Distance and the river made it impossible to make out. This happened a couple more times until one of the boats came down my side of the river. They, and I assume the others asked, "Had I seen the bear?" they went by before I could answer but the answer would have been "Obviously not since I am standing here with nothing but a 4 oz. stick in my hands"
Few days later, at a ranch about 80 miles south, I borrowed a horse and rode over to a huge glacial lake on the property. I was walking along a sandy beach, casting and walking, when I noticed my prints in the sand were parallel a set of tracks. The tracks were a very big cat and looked fresh. Me and the horse GTFOT.
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