...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.