When we lived in British Columbia we had to think about bears whenever we were oot and aboot.
Walking and exploring the area of the West Coast Trail in the late 80s (before you had to book) we were following a trail from Carmanah Creek when my wife spotted movement in the trees. She took a photo before she told me (nice priorities, eh?
) then we moved off quickly and quietly. The photo was of a young black cub up a tree. The camera's range finder registered 12 metres. Very fortunately for us, mama didn't see us so close to her little darling.