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Up north in the UP of Michigan, camping with my dad at the age of 13.
It was like 8 or so, it had just started getting dark, we'd just got back from fishing.
I had a ziplock bag of tinfoil wrapped fish. I went back to our campsight.
Heard rustling noise in the shrubbery near me, it was loud and dark, so I just figured it was my dad.
It stopped, he wasnt back yet, started the fire.
Same noise again, with the light from the fire I looked over.
it's a fucking black bear.
It stared at me for a few seconds, like 10 or so. took a step forward, and walked away.
Meanwhile, I sat there like a retarded kid scared shitless unable to move because of fear.
Looking back on this, if I could relive it, I would've examined it more closely, probably still been somewhat scared.
