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...reminds me of when I was a teenager, and my family decided to hike in the mountains around Sevierville, Near Gatlinburg.
We had just crossed a dried stream bed, and came up a small ridge. We heard something making noise down from us... And me being the stupid kid I was, jumps off the trail, and heads straight for the noise.
20 yards off the trail, I find what was making the noise. A young black bear.
I froze in my tracks, not knowing if I should grab the mace my dad made me carry, or if I should grab the granola bar in my pocket...
So I grab the granola bar, crouch down, hold out the granola bar, and start talking to the bear. He/she sniffed the granola bar, circled me while sniffing me, then came back and grabbed the granola.
My dad and uncle came flying down the hillside just a hootin' and hollerin', and spraying mace everywhere.
That bear sat there watching us like we were stupid for a good minute before running off.
no harm no foul, that time, when they get accustomed to us is when they are really at risk
 
I tend not to carry in the wilds unless it's hunting season. I don't count the .22 with sub sonics in it, that's just the rabbit/squirrel/grouse slayer.
If I don't have dog(s) with me there are times when I pack a rife bushwacking, fishing season bears are thick around the river
 
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