When I lived in Wisconsin, I got onto a bear one day glassing off a high rock moraine thing. I kept that bear in sight through bogs around marshes, through heavy second growth, through open pine areas, I lost him on a private land berry operation and got caught eating blackberries. I told them that I neglected to take water or sustenance with me on my bear chase and was not real sure where I was. I was told to rest easy eat as many berries as I needed, I was handed a bottle of Coke, and was told to get that damn berry stealing bear at all costs. Well, it got dark, I had no working flashlight, it came on in my pocket and killed the batteries. Then the wind stopped blowing and it got cloudy, I was lost. I walked into trees, I walked into water. I heard a truck engine break and then back fire, I walked that direction and found a road and then walked miles down that road in the wrong direction. Someone stopped asked if I needed a ride. I told him that I left my green Escort pickup on a logging road that was close to the moraine outlook, he said that he was hunting there and saw it. He brought me back to my pickup. All of the other times I tried finding bears, I saw none. If I was to describe bears by what I saw that day, the description would be a fuzzy dark colored thing that goes from 0 to 60 in two jumps every time I got to anywhere near bow shooting range.