In the 1930s I watched the Yosemite Bear feeding program.
Slightly down river from the Park, cars and people would gather on the North side of river while bears assembled on the South side.
The Park garbage trucks dumped their daily collections on that South side.
I had a 600 lb. bear come on my porch a few yrs. ago because he wanted the cat food. SO...I stacked about 6 heavy big blue containers against the porch door with canned goods in them believing he could not open the door. WRONG! I woke up the next day to see he had shoved the door open like nothing. He had dragged one of the blue containers over the front door steps and rooted through it. Smashed a popcorn can from Christmas that I had on the porch floor. It was flat as a pancake. lol! I started putting Pine Sol around the porch after that and he never came back.
Bear comes up to the family car, his father gets out with a jar of honey, opens it, and holds it up for the bear.
The bear stands up, balancing with forepaws on the father's shoulders, and eats the honey.
And just the honey.
He still has pictures of his father's encounter with nature.
Oops, maybe it was Yellowstone.