Years ago, before all of NYS was open for bear hunting, I was hunting the local archery club property.
One of the members had a ladder stand out by the 80yd target. He told me he had dumped a bag of corn out there for the turkeys, and was welcome to sit in his stand if I wanted to... Now baiting is not legal in NY, and old woodchucker never was much of tree stand guy. However, there were several wooden benches set around the 3-D course, and 1 of them was out by the 80 yarder..... I stillhunted around the 3-D course trail, and set on a couple benches. I ended up over by the 80yd target and there was the stand. About 5 yards in front of it was a pile of corn. About 20-25 yards away, was a bench. So, I set my butt down for a bit.....
Now, I'm a law abiding bowhunter.... I'm not really hunting "over" bait? If I wanted to, why not climb up in the stand right?? So, I'm sitting there, thinking, and watching, and thinking, and.... Here comes a black dog.
I'm watching this dog coming through the woods, and it's getting bigger.... I think to myself, that's a BIG dog!
I'm thinking it's probly a big Newfoundland like my brother in-law has. Then, it dawns on me.... That Newfy has no tail...?? It's a BEAR.... and a BIG BEAR!!!! He walks in to the pile of corn, plops down on his belly with the pile of corn between his paws, and starts licking it up....
So... there I sit, on a bench, in plain sight, with a bow in my lap, no legal bear season, and it's getting darker....
So, I holler... HEY!! He picks his head up, looks around, and goes back to the pile between his paws.
Well, THAT didn't work. So, I holler again.... HEY BEAR!!!! He picks his head up... and looks at ME!!!
Hmmm? MAYBE this isn't a good idea.... So I think, maybe I'll try and wait him out? It's getting darker....
About dusk, he's cleaned up the pile of corn, then he get's up and wanders back into the woods where had come from. Now, I'm sitting in the woods, in the dark. The dark woods, and the trail out, are in front of me... So is the bear!! Behind me, is a strip of power lines. The still gray sky provides more light, and it's more open... But a tangled mess of briars and wild rose bushes..... The choices are... Ripped to shreds by the briars, or maybe the bear?? I chose the power lines. I reached my truck a ripped, tattered, cut and bloody mess.
But, at least I wasn't eaten by a bear!!!