A guy I used to deer hunt with was a ranger one summer in one of the big national parks.
A guy comes in all torn up and claiming to have been mauled by a bear.
It turned out that he was driving along and saw a bear on the side of the road. So he gets out and walked over and put his arm around the bear while his wife took pictures.
Not being satisfied with that, he heated up his cigarette really well and extinguished it on the bear’s nose.
The bear proceeded to back-fist him into the next county.
'Bout the only time I've ever seen my father scared was on a fishing trip. We were hiking out on a logging road and we came across a freshly killed bear cub. The truck had blown past us just a couple of minutes prior, so we knew it had just happened.
And, we knew Momma was still around, and would likely blame us for it. I was too young to be smart enough to be scared, but Dad sure was. We *really* hauled it out to the main road.