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Reminds me of time back in PA, my brother was fishing a hole with a 12’ ledge on the left side. He was 14ish at the time, and was always told the bears are more scared of you, then you are of they… ya… this one seemed to missed that memo. My bro heard a rustle up and to the left of his shoulder, and looks up expecting to see a deer, raccoon, or maybe a bird. But no, alas, it was a bear. Granted, it could have been squashed by this grizzly without a second thought. But they stared each other down, for a moment, as my brother patiently waited for that bear to freak out and run the other way. Since it had no intention on doing this, my brother decided to play that roll. I heard the screaming from a half-mile away.
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