I ran into a cub once while hiking in Northern Sask. I was pretty damn tired after walking over 16k so I had my head down for a bit, looked up and there was a cub about 10 feet in front of me. Both stared at eachother for a bit then it bolted.
It ran off to my left but I couldn't tell if he was running to his Mom or in the direction both of them were headed. All I had was a .22 rifle, pretty scared but I kept quiet and kept going, luckily the Momma bear never found me.
|