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One time I was walking down these train tracks in farm country, upstate NY. To my left is about thirty yards of waist high yellow grass, them a small woodline, and then a cow farm. To the right is a small woodline, about ten yards of woods, then acres of corn, which I presume is grown for the cows. A black bear came out of the corn feild to my right, about let's say a hundred yards away from me. I broke the cardinal rule and turned heel and ran my ass off. Running on loose railroad gravel from a bear with 4wd is like running in molasses from some nightmare apparition in a dream.
After a bit of running, maybe forty yards, I look over my shoulder and see no bear. I stop to catch my breath, keeping eagle eyes on where the bear had been. I turn to and see that from the other direction a human is coming.
I decide to wait where I am to warn human, and keep an eye on the bears last location. After two or three minutes I see something out of the corner of my left eye. The bears head pokes out of the yellow grass on my left, about ten feet away from me. He flanked me using the deer trail at the junction of the woodline and yellowgrass. Again, I broke the cardinal rule and ran. He must have just been curious, and full from gorging himself on the farmers corn crop, because he didn't give chase. When I approached the human, which turned out to be a young man about twenty, I yelled, "bear" and we both ran to town. So lucky I didn't trigger the bears predator instinct when I ran.
