My brother is brave.
He's not quite a bear hunter, but he does find himself in close quarters with bears.
After an 8-foot black bear visited his bird feeder last spring, my brother went for a hike last weekend and encountered a bear (see photo above) walking toward him on a mountain trail.
With apologies to my brother for publishing his e-mail, I'm publishing his e-mail:
"So, my Saturday walk at Wallkill NWR became interesting when I was 2/3 of the way along one side of a rectangular trail around Liberty Marsh when I saw in the distance a Black Bear walking in my direction. The trail is an elevated roadbed which has water on both sides. The middle of the rectangle is the marsh and the other side, normally dry, is flooded with all the recent rain - but wooded.
We continue to approach each other until about 100 yards apart when I decide this bear must be upwind of me and not able to smell me and it's also busy eating, that I decide maybe I should start making some noise. I clap my hands and wave my arms to no avail. We get a little bit closer to each other and I let out a growl to which the bear finally looks up, sees me and heads down the bank towards the woods.
The brush on the bank is thick and I cannot see if the bear has gone long or is hiding. As I have to pass by where the bear has disappeared I'm hoping that he's more afraid of me than I of him. I pass by clapping and never see it again."
My brother is brave, but I'd add a little crazy.