I was just minding my own business once when a black bear cub came running out of the tree line straight toward me. It was probably thinking “oh neat, I found a human”. I knew at that moment I was probably dead, because the mother bear soon followed, and I had no where to run. Long story stort, I escaped unharmed, but one look at a wild bear tells a sober person it’s not interested in being your friend.
So true!
So, how did you escape?
Don’t leave us hanging.....