Bear Encounters

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What was your coolest/best/worst bear encounter? Black or grizzly. Here is mine.

Alaska near Valdez fishing 6 years ago. A sow grizzly with an older cub suddenly appeared in the open 50yds away. We stood quietly and watched. Very cool. Focused on eating. No danger. Suddenly a giant brown bear charged from the brush toward the sow. The brownie was a large boar with scars on his head and back. The sow and cub took into the brush somewhat towards us. Not directly but our imagination didn't need much to think we might be face to face shortly. Backed out. Watched the boar from an elevated distance. Never saw the sow and cub again

Black bear in PA turkey hunting 25 years ago. Walking down a logging road a decent bear was feeding just on the edge at about 75yds. We slowly crept along. Got to about 35yds and stood and watched. We saw her turn and look across the logging road toward the ferns. A couple of very small cubs walked out on the logging road playing 20ds in front of us. We very slowly backed out. It was agreed upon that was pretty stupid.

Alaska Black bear. 7 years ago Rafting in skinny water moving along pretty good. A bear swam right out in front of us. It made it past the point of our raft just before we would have hit it and kept going. Not overly dangerous but pretty cool.

Coolest Not scary. 4 years ago Alaska moose hunting. Sat on cliff all day. Watched a grizzly on the opposite hill eat blueberries all day. Laying on his back. Nibbling them around him. Moving 10' when local berries gone

Black Bear hunting Canada. 30years ago. A buddy shot a bear. He was elevated and it dropped at the shot. We heard the shot. Waited a while and headed over to him. We pulled up on a 4 wheeler. Just as we pulled up the bear jumped up and took off. We headed back to the lodge where the guide told us we would wait till morning to go look for it. We ate dinner, starting playing cards and drinking. At about 12am the guide comes back and says its supposed to rain in the morning. We are going to go now. We were all caught off guard but stood up and said lets go. He then announced he would be the only one carrying a gun for obvious reasons. We bumped the bear numerous times as we tracked. Each time the guide firing shots at it. At about 3am the bear went into a wash out and laid down. Unable to go further. As we stood on the bank above it the guide went to shoot and announced he was out of ammo. He told us to stand there and watch it while he went back to the lodge and got more. We knew it would easily be 2 hours round trip. But we stood there watching. At 1 point we had a conversation about how worn out the bear was. We believed if we all jumped on it we could kill it with our only weapon a large knife. Now pretty sober we decided against it. The guy comes back and starts fumbling with his gun. Not sure the issue but he was struggling. I walked over to his pack and asked if I could just finish it with his pistol. He said sure and I grabbed it walked over and shot the bear twice. It roared to life and ran up the side of the washout where I shot it again. It was done. A lot of lessons learned. This was my first real bear hunt. 1) A 9mm +p will not penetrate a black bear if it hits solid mass. Not my gun not my ammo. But it supposedly had bear defense ammo he had loaded or bought just for that purpose. The first shots hit to much of the shoulder and were only in maybe 2" when we skinned it. The final shot was well behind the shoulder which I now know is where the vitals are. 2) Evaluate things further and don't let alcohol cloud your judgement 3) An all but dead looking bear can be very much alive 4) When it comes to safety don't let the guide be the sole source of wisdom. Speak up concerns.

Those are my highlights I think. I have seen plenty others but nothing out of the ordinary stands out
 
Wow, those are some incredible encounters! I’m from Wisconsin, so most of my bear “adventures” are a bit tamer, but I’ve had my moments. A few years back, I was turkey hunting up north and spotted a black bear feeding along the edge of the woods about 60 yards out. I froze and watched quietly it was just going about its business, but knowing how unpredictable they can be, I backed out slowly. No drama, but it was still one of those moments where your heart races just watching nature do its thing. Definitely gives you a new respect for wildlife around here!
 
One time, I was driving through Yellowstone….. kidding.


Only unexpected encounter I’ve ever had we had pulled up to the creek to sluice some buckets we’d just classified and there he was, subadult male I think, about 85 yards above us on a hill. I said “look guys, bear!”
It turned around and went the other way just like when my son says, “look dad, DEER!”

Id heard a story from my old boss about his brother. Said he was bowhunting but had his sidearm, sitting behind a fallen log. Bear walked up and brother drew his pistol but the bear never slowed. Bear stepped onto the log face to face with the brother and licking distance from the barrel. Brother calmly said “you make another move, I’ll put a bullet in your head”.

Bear stepped down from the log and walked the other way…
 
Too many to count. Had a grizz take a swipe as I crossed a creek on a 4 wheeler. Good thing the driver added throttle just as we hit the water. Something flashed in my side vision. Didn’t think much of it. Maybe a bird flew out of the willows…. Got up the trail a bit and looked back… there he sat wanting his dinner… me!
 
One time, I was driving through Yellowstone….. kidding.


Only unexpected encounter I’ve ever had we had pulled up to the creek to sluice some buckets we’d just classified and there he was, subadult male I think, about 85 yards above us on a hill. I said “look guys, bear!”
It turned around and went the other way just like when my son says, “look dad, DEER!”

Id heard a story from my old boss about his brother. Said he was bowhunting but had his sidearm, sitting behind a fallen log. Bear walked up and brother drew his pistol but the bear never slowed. Bear stepped onto the log face to face with the brother and licking distance from the barrel. Brother calmly said “you make another move, I’ll put a bullet in your head”.

Bear stepped down from the log and walked the other way…
Wow, that’s intense! Sounds like both encounters were wild but ended peacefully nature really has a way of keeping us on our toes.
 
2018 Colorado ML hiking in with ear buds in to finish my last load of elk meat. Narrow trail of oak brush about head high. All of a sudden I noticed the brush move right next to me. The black bear stood up about 8-10’ off the trail to look at what spooked it. I only had a knife inside my pack and luckily the bear just went the other way.
 
After grandson's successful bull elk hunt in 2024, we retrieved the meat and head for a Euro in a family affair. I hiked back up to the area in the evening after the gang departed and saw the most blonde bear sow and blonde yearling ever seen. 'Called my wife and when she finally arrived, we glassed the two bears and saw they had gorged themselvs on the elk entrails and were lying side by side next to the carcass. 'Did not get a photo of that cool image, but did get a shot shown below. The next spring encountered the sow again near there.

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I've had so many cool bear encounters over the years. Probably why they are one of my favorite animals. On my last bear hunt in Alaska I had this bear come from over a mile away and end up coming 40 yards from camp. I was tagged out so he was safe and just fun to watch.

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That’s a pretty good looking bear. Front legs heavy and short, ears look real small
 
Headed toward a lake in the Wind River Range, got a late start. Setting up camp some folks walked by and asked if I’d seen the bear. Nope. Got dark and I got ready for bed, but decided I’d better see if my pepper spray still had pressure. I stuck it outside the tent and gave it a squeeze just as a puff of wind pushed it back in my face! Wow that hurt!

First light I wake up to the sound of sniffing all around the tent. Gripping the pepper spray, thinking go away bear! It eventually did.

Moral of the story: pepper spray smells sweet to a bear AFTER it’s out of the can.
 
I worked in SW AK for 8 years. I had a lot of brown bear encounters. I had my hands on quite a few through research projects. Closest I ever came to an unsedated bear was on a backpacking trip with two colleagues. We were going lightweight and shared a tent. Second morning as we're half asleep half awake I feel the tent shake. I laid there wondering if it really happened or if I dreamt it. Thirty seconds later it shakes again. Nope, not a dream. I was the first out of the tent, bear spray in hand. There stood a large black bear 10 yards away. The three of us were able to push him back about 50 yards but he wouldn't leave. After awhile of both of us holding our ground we decided to leave the area. I stood watching him while the others quickly took down the tent and packed up. The wind was whipping enough that I pretty much needed him on top of me before the spray was going to work. He bluff charged and I hit him with a baseball sized rock. That seemed to wake him up and he moved off. From a management standpoint I could have killed that bear if needed. We opted not to bring the shotgun because of where we were going (not an area bears were concentrated at that time of year). Of all the bears I worked around that was the only one I probably would have killed. When we set the tent up that night there were 4 claw puncture marks in the tent far too close to where my head was for comfort.
 
I was taking an evening walk down a decommissioned road that is now part of the Rogue River trail. At one point there is a spur road that goes up to an old homestead. The only thing left of the homestead is an old apple tree. I looked up and saw a huge bear checking out the little green apples. They weren't ripe so he just wandered off back into the woods. I went on a little farther then decided it was time to turn around and go back. Because of the thick brush, when I got back to the homestead road, I couldn't see up it until I stepped into the intersection. When I did, there was that bear standing, not 10 to 15 feet away staring at me. He was even bigger than I first thought. I froze in my tracks, and my first thought was that I was supposed to make myself look big. My second thought was that if I do that, he might take it a challenge and make short work of me.

So, I just said "Well, what do we do now?" He just slowly turned his head then loped off back into the brush. All in all, it was a pretty great encounter.
 
My best day; guiding on an unnamed stream flowing into Becharof. A big push of reds had come in a day or two before and flying over we could see gigantic arctic char had followed them in. Damn bears were every where. I didn’t keep count, one of my clients did. 22 times over 6 hours we left the stream and got up on a sand blow ridge to get out of a bears way, two bears got pretty aggressive and were sprayed. Had my rifle in my hands all day. I figured in that 6 hour period the guys caught a dozen fish, hooked that many more and probably only had their flys in the water for less than an hour.
Finally gave up and hiked a couple miles back to the float plane, finished up the day there catching lakers, char, grayling and a few salmon.
 
I've been within several feet of a bunch of black bears. I had one run past me so close I had to move my foot so it didn't step on me. I could have reached down and slapped his head as he ran past.

Me and a friend snuck up to within 10 feet of a big sow on POW once upon a time. Had some other close encounters on the island.

Never had any close encounters with grizzly. I had one amble by at around 20 yards near Lake Pegati over 20 years ago.

I'd like to get out in the winter to test and tag some black bear with the DNR.
 
Had a blackie stick his head inside my tent, about 1 ft from my face, sniffing around. Had another small one walk between my two partners and me while we were looking at a stereo set of photos, trying to locate a timber plot, he bolted when one of them tried to pet it. I've been charged by two blackies, one with cubs that I shot in front of, the other in an alder thicket that I never saw but heard it whoofing and clacking its teeth. Went in on my last bear on hands and knees and finished him off at about 15 feet, all I could see were his eyes is part of his forehead, looked like he was waiting for me to come just a little closer...
 
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