In Yosemite I came face to face with a brown bear.
It was ripping our backpack to shreds like it was tissue paper. That backpack had our money in it.
So, I picked up a stick and went over and starting poking the bear's chest.
It stopped and stood up on its hind legs.
Suddenly it wasn't such a good idea.
When I tell people this story they either don't believe me or think I must have been insane.
YES, I must have been! I have no idea why I would do such a thing.
The bear starting walking toward me in the classic "I'm gonna shred your flesh" mode and I started backing up.
We were way up on top of one of the water falls. There was no place to back up to except the edge of the cliff.
It kept coming and I kept poking.
My three kids were screaming and crying and a friend was snapping photos!!
My last thought was: "At least this will make the newspapers with photos of my demise!"
Suddenly some cubs ran out of the trees and the bear wheeled away and dropped on all fours and ran to them and out of sight.
I didn't quite come to my senses for hours.
I only tell you this to explain that it is perhaps BECAUSE I didn't run I am still alive.
I should never have confronted the bear.
If I were you, I'd pack a .357 Magnum and keep it handy (but hidden.)
Believe me, you'll feel a lot safer.