Outside Yellowstone, up the North Fork Shoshone River during archery elk....
We had just walked down game trails for 30 mins and then back to the horses, seen a sow and cubs half a mile away. Saw tracks on the trail. But never did I feel like we were on the verge of seeing one close. it was the first day of our back country wilderness hunt.
Upon arriving to the horses we heard a random bugle from the hill top to our left. We quickly assembled our stuff. I walked across a clearing that was call it 100 yards long to get to the edge while the guy behind me called. I was just over 10 yards from the edge when a head peeked through the trees and then a big dark burst. Grizzly coming straight at me. I had just stepped over a log with my right foot as I had been slowly making my approach to setup for the bull. I pulled back my right foot, reached for gun, didnt even get it out of the holster and yelled bear as it was now 10 feet from me and it paused. It looked at me for a moment and then slowly went away.
Guy behind me was running in as he witnessed it and provided back up.
I was lucky. I assume it thought I was a cow and then when it realized I wasnt it paused. Or the commotion of me flailing my bow in one hand and yelling was enough to make it pause, I dont know. But it paused and I am thankful. Also fortunate to have had a bad ass watching my back. I have no doubt that if I had been mauled the bear would have been eating some lead from his .44 vaquero. I would never travel solo in that country or with someone i didnt trust to have my back.