Speaking of pissy bears, here's another miserable cuss, a youngster we inadvertently walked up on. Note the little V in the rock, at which point she changed direction and came right for us. No hesitation whatsoever, focused right on us, lots of hissing, and an immediate stiff legged approach, it was fight or flight and she chose. The .375 was comforting that day. I probably should have shot the #####, as the ground was tricky and a retreat meant taking your eyes off her. As it turned out, she turned off, and we went our separate ways, but it was about as close as I'd let things get without shooting.