On Sunday, while strolling through the mountains, I almost walked right into a black bear yearling with white-and-cinnamon fur and a hulking Mama Bear, who was jet black, and right on the side of the trail near Crescent Meadow.
Someone warned me in the distance. "There's a bear!'' According to several witnesses (I have blanked out everything that happened next)I put my hands up to make myself look bigger and took small steps backward, away from the bears, who were only 20 feet or so away from me. After a while, they snurfled around through the bushes and took off.
I am not bragging about this at all, but it's worth mentioning because I've made such a mess of my bear encounters in the past.
It just goes to show that people can learn from their mistakes.
But I have no proof of this. I know that someone videotaped the whole thing but I don't have any way of reaching them (no contact info.)
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