I've had several bear experiences over the years but I get the most mileage out of this story which I have posted more than once.
I was solo hiking in the Rockies near Lake Louise, Alberta and to save elevation loss I cut off the trail, traversing a slope covered with lodgepole pine. It was a beautiful summer day and I hadn’t a care in the world. Suddenly, I heard a thundering sound that made me think I had spooked a few deer. When I looked up-slope I saw, much to my horror, an enraged grizzly charging straight at me downhill at full bore. Time froze for me right there but the grizzly kept coming on at an amazing speed.
If you try and run from a grizzly you’re guaranteed dead and the pine trees were much too skinny too climb. I’d heard of people standing and waving their arms back and forth but that seemed too provocative so I just stood my ground staring at the bear trying to show no fear. It just kept on coming straight at me so at the last possible second I dove face down on the ground out of the bear’s path. I heard myself let out a yell as I went down. Then came the worst part, I lay on the ground convinced I was about to be mauled to death as I listened to the bear slow to a stop (that took time considering the momentum it must have had) and then start back up the hill. The sounds got closer and closer and then: miracle of miracles, further and further away until finally, nothing. I got up and got the hell out of there running down the slope to the trail that cut through an open meadow about 300 vertical feet below. I was shaken up pretty good and as I hiked along, any movement at all, flowers waving in the breeze, ground squirrels darting about etc. made me jump.
I had nightmares for months after that and quit solo off-trail hiking. 5 years later my wife and I were in prime grizzly country and there were plenty of fresh signs: diggings, ripped apart logs etc. However, we were still above tree line and could see all around: no bears visible. But the trail we were on was descending and was soon to enter the forest. It was near the end of the day and the sun was getting low and I just could not go into that dark forest. So we turned around and went back up-valley to the base of the col we had scree-skied down and climbed 1500 vertical feet of treadmill scree with full packs and hiked another 8 miles back to the car. I felt like a coward but my wife was very understanding and well, I’m here to tell about it.
I have several other less dramatic stories and once testified in court in Banff about opening the back door of the kitchen to the Fairview dining room (Chateau Lake Louise) and there was Mr. (grizzly) Bear walking across the grounds with a giant box of buns in his mouth much to the tourists delight. A few weeks later the wardens had to shoot that bear and took the hotel to court for improper disposal and treatment of food and garbage. They shot the bear between the hotel and the staff residence and didn't take any chances. They must have fired 50 rounds.