Also take his comments regarding bears wanting very little to do with humans to heart.
I was grouse hunting two weekends ago when I had an encounter that's pretty humorous.
Out in the field, walking an aspen treeline looking/listening for blue grouse and I stopped walking for a moment to really look deep into the trees. After a few moments I heard a small bird start chirping a little, looked up at it, and then noticed movement out of the corner of my eye.
I looked down, and no more than 20 yards away, walking down a trail directly towards me, was a big, wild, scraggly, hairy chocolate dog. My brain ran through this next conversation in less than 5 seconds:
"Crap...why in the world is there a wild dog walking towards me? Where the hell did this wild dog come from? It's not stopping. Am I going to have to shoot this thing in the face with a 20 gauge?"
"That's not a dog. That's a bear."
"Oh, cool. A bear. I've wanted to see one of those in the wild for a long time. Hell, I even have a bear tag."
"WHAT?! THAT'S A BEAR!!"
I froze in place and locked eyes with the little creature that is probably no more than 150 lbs, and we had a very, very brief staring contest before it took a hard right and bolted away from me. I stood still for about 5 minutes, waiting and watching for what I imagined could be a mamma bear in close proximity. No such thing thankfully.
I walked back to where my father-in-law was, shared the story, and we proceeded down the trail. I ended up walking ahead of him a good ways on the way back to the truck, and I didn't know until we hooked up with a fellow hunter a short while later that my father-in-law too had seen the little bear. Evidently it snuck back in behind us to give us another inspection.