……Black bears aren’t interested in you. Until one is, and then you have a large problem.
Yes !
About 7 years ago is was hiking into an area I’ve bear hunted for quite awhile( I’ve been black bear hunting for close to 30 years btw) with the intention of camping over tonight. On the main trail in, I ran into one parked in my way doing what bears do, just milling around. He didn’t see me right away. So I just stood there about 60 yards out enjoying watching it for a bit. I remember thinking to myself, “as soon as he sees me he is gonna split, better take it in.”
Well, this didn’t work out quite like every one of my other encounters. Inevitably he saw me, but instead of booking it out of there, he turn directly toward me and just stood there looking. At first I was amused, but as the time dragged on it made me uncomfortable. So started telling to him go. Eventually, I raised my arms over my head waving them and yelled. He, after quite a bit of coaxing, decided to walk off the RIGHT side of the trail. He looked back at me as he inched that direction, possible serious challenge averted.
I waited a min or two to let him clear off and decided to keep heading down the trail to the spur on which I was going to hang a LEFT. By the time I made it to the place where he went RIGHT into the woods, I was already thinking about setting up camp and just taking into the surroundings.
I walked about a 1/2 mile or so remaining to my hard LEFT and took it. I couldn’t have gotten down that trail more than couple tenths and I heard something snapping limbs off to my right. It was that friggen bear flanking me. He had circled and came back just below the trail I was on. That joker got as close as twenty yard a couple of times, it was not fun. I, for some reason, had brought no weapon other than a knife btw. I did about all one could do, which was secure a strong stick to create distance if need be, have my knife ready, keep yelling and pick up about anything I could and chuck it at him, all of which I did. He stay off to my right for almost 1/2 a mile more. He never charged , bluff or otherwise but that joker sure seemed like he was considering trying to make me a meal.
It was close to dark by the time I set my camp, around 2 miles down from where I last saw or heard him. I started a fire and settled in for about an hour and a half after it was completely dark. I had resolved to stay the night, that was my plan after all. This right up to the point I heard limbs snapping again. I couldn’t see it but that crazy a.. bear was back or more precisely had never left me. I was done.
So I jacked up the fire with a bunch of wood, sharpened my stick, and started gathering my crap. I headed back to the trail head soon as I was finished packing and quenching the fire. I made it to car with no sightings or issues, thankfully.
The bear I ran into was off for whatever reason, as compared to the countless others I’ve seen. I say this,
it’s all fun and games until you run into one that ain’t scared and you aren’t armed. I don’t carry bear spray but you can bet I’m armed if I’m staying over night.