I recently rented 'Grizzly Man' and it got me thinking about the encounters I've had w/bear...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grizzly_ManFor me, it's only been 3 in the 30+ years I've lived in the Maine woods. Plus they were all Black bear which are not known to be overly aggressive, but after watching that movie, I still shudder to think of at least
one of the 3 encounters I've had.
The first time was when I was only about 12 or 13. My younger sister and I had wandered further away then usual when she spotted a bear cub. I remember her saying "look, how cute"! As soon as I saw it, I knew we had to get away, knowing that even bear that are generally not aggressive can be unpredictable if they perceive a threat to their young. We took off running pretty much all the way home. I never did see the mother bear but I'm sure it couldn't have been far off.
The 2nd time was the scariest (in retrospect). I had gone for a walk in the woods near my parent's home, trying to find an old house foundation. I was in my early 20's at the time and married, but had moved back home briefly for a break from my then-husband. The old house foundation was near an overgrown old logging rd and not too hard to find since I had been there many times as a teenager. I used to collect old bottles and things I'd find there. Anyway, I wasn't too far from my parents or the tar road, so who'd expect a bear?
My cat, an eccentric (to say the least-lol) Maine Coon was with me. I had stopped for a smoke break and was quietly sitting on a giant rock watching my cat chase blowing leaves. Suddenly we heard something that HAD to be big lumbering around nearby. Whatever it was (I was thinking probably a moose) seemed to be coming closer. My cat got all bristled up and ran off like a bat-out-of-hell. I was more annoyed then anything. He wasn't familiar w/this area so I worried about being able to find him. I took off in the direction I had last seen him go, calling his name. As I turned the sharp corner onto a more recent logging rd, I briefly looked back to where I had been sitting and there was a huge black bear. I wasn't afraid... just more surprised then anything. He looked at me briefly and then lumbered off back into the woods.
I continued on looking for my cat and finally found him WAY up high in a tree. The little brat wouldn't come down for me. I spent about 20 minutes trying to coax him down, but he was having none of it. During that time I heard and sensed the presence of the bear not far off. I was mildly apprehensive because Black Bear are usually pretty elusive to humans, so this behavior seemed odd. Intuition and common sense finally prevailed and since I knew where my cat was, and that he was safe for the time being, I went home and found my father working in the barn.
When I told him what had happened he blanched a bit and said that it (that bear) is probably the same one that old man Dudley (the school bus driver) said he'd seen standing on his hind legs in the middle of the tar road near that very spot only 2 days before. Old man Dudley was a lifelong native mainer and former Maine Guide. He told my father about what he had seen to warn him, because "there had to be something wrong with that bear"
My father did not want me to go back for my cat, saying that he'd make his way home eventually, but I persisted. He finally relented and agreed to accompany me back there. He brought along his rifle (just in case). We found my cat still in that same tree, but this time I was able to coax him down with some bologna. Meanwhile my father was checking out the bear tracks. They were all over the place, some mixed in w/mine. The bear must have been sniffing around in the same spot I had been standing trying to get my cat out of the tree after I had left.
The final bear encounter I had was simply on a back road. He/she? was nothing but a brief glimpse and we (my SO and I) were safe in the pickup.
I doubt that I was ever in any real danger in these encounters (although I have to wonder about the 2nd time). It's not as if I had Grizzlies to contend with as some of you folks out west. But you never know...
That documentary, 'Grizzly Man' (if some of you haven't seen it), was pretty good but more then a little disturbing, so be prepared if you do intend to watch it.
For those of you who have seen it, what did you think? I get the impression that Treadwell
finally had enough sense to feel fear in that last week, which was unfortunately too late. Eeew, and I now can't get what those final moments must have been like for him and Amie out of my mind!
At any rate, back to my original question... Have you ever seen a bear in it's own environment?