Many years ago, I was clearing trail for the US Forest Service up on the CC Divide. I ran into a big bunch of huckleberries blocking the trail. I came up the next day with a brush saw to clear out the bushes.
The trail had to be “wide enough so two mules with packs could get by each other” on the trail.
I was way in front of my co-worker when I got to the huckleberries. I put the brush saw down and put on my cutting chaps. I reached down and gabbed the saw by the handle and pulled the starting cord.
The huckleberries exploded!
It was a bear.
I had received some excellent training from the Forest Service on what to do if you encounter a bear. I remembered none of it. I ran screaming back down the trail like a little girl.
The bear ran screaming up the trail like a little girl bear.
I don’t know if it was a grizzly or a black bear. You can tell by how big the poop is. Well, this one had sprayed everywhere so it was impossible to tell. He didn’t like chainsaws.
Now, when I go out in the woods, I make chainsaw noises.
“Rrrrrrrrr.....Rrrrrrrrr.....Rrrrrrrrrr.”
The Bears don’t attack because they’re laughing so hard.
In the early 1970s my buddy and I were going from Banf to Jasper. Along the way we saw a brown bear just off the side of the road. My buddy wanted a picture so he got out with his bag of cookies and I had the camera. He tossed a cookie toward the bear and it came forward and got the treat. Did it again to get the bear close enough for a good shot.
After a couple of rounds of this, the bear thought things through and realized that he could get the whole bag of cookies. So he charged my friend. He tossed the bag and I got a great photo of him running from the delighted bear.
Guess it could have had a bad ending but it didn’t.