My only encounters with black bears is when I hunt for them. Those bears never get a chance to charge me.
So..... Here's the "short" version of the story-
I had been dealing with a problem bear for the last few months at Sylvan Lake state park. And losing. We didn't want to put it down, but he was becoming bolder and a real pain in the ass.
I was living in a trailer near the old ranger station, which I believe is now the maintenance building, his was about 16 years ago and pretty much every thing was different there as opposed to now.
I had an extension cord for power but no water, had to walk over to the garage to do use the toilet/shower/do my dishes.
Started getting pretty cold in fall so developed a habit of just pissing out the door so I didn't have to gear up and hike to do my business.
I drop my pants and kick open the door.... And am met with hot bear breath on my junk. Literally caught with my dick in my hand. He's right there looking at me, my 140lb dog is sound asleep a few feet away in the trailer. Useless!
After a brief WTF moment I try to close the door and he's got his head far enough in now it hits the bears nose. I tell, bear backs up, dog wakes up, and I get the door closed just as said dog slams into it. He is now fully committed to trying to fight the bear.
I pull my pants up, put my 40 in my back pocket (all I had in the trailer), and grab this pizza pan I had been using to bang on the trailer to make noise previously to chase this guy off. Dog by the collar in one hand, bent up pizza pan in the other, I kick open the door and step out. Dog, giant Malamute, is going absolutely nuts now.
About 15 yards away the bear steps out of the shadows and slowly moseys towards as I beat dents into the side of the trailer, yell at the top of my lungs, and try to hold on to my dog.
The bear stops and turns away, slowly walking back into the dark. "Perfect", I think, "exactly what's supposed to happen".
Then he slowly turns back and just states for what seemed like a long time. Then he just explodes towards us. Covered what must have been ten yards and lands with a very loud "wumph" close enough that dirt and rocks hit me in the chest. Dog goes silent mid bark, I may have peed a little. He's less than 5 yards in front of me and he's massive.
I drop the pan & pull my g22 from my back pocket. I'd like to say I had a solid sight picture but that would be a lie. As I'm deciding whether to unload my gun in his general direction he turned and disappeared back into the dark.
That's my "biggest black bear I ever saw" story.
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