I was in Sequoia – where they have quite a problem with camp-invading black bears. I arrived after dark, and as camp was being set up a bear came along and tried to steal some of the food.
Maybe it was because one of my camping companions was blind and I felt compelled to protect her, maybe it wsa because I was tired and hungry and desiring the food that Mr. Bear was stealing; something altered my judgement at that moment.
I charged the bear ready for confrontation. Clearly he understood who he was up against because he dropped the booty and ran. So really I haven’t fought a bear; though I was quite willing he backed down.
