Years ago when living and hunting east of EU Claire Wisconsin. I was working along a high moraine ridge. I stopped to glass the broad valley below at a break in the rocks where I could go up and down by pushing my feet against the opposite side of the crack. To my left I saw a bear and across the bog and up a bit there was a nice eight pointer. I struggled across the bog and found where the water was as deep as my neck, and cold too. I watched trout swim in that deep hole while I planned my stalk on the buck. However, the buck came down to edge of the bog, probably to hear what all the splashing was about and spooked not 30 yards from me as soon as I hit dry land. next after the bear. I stayed on the dry side and slowly I worked up to the tall red pine that I used for a marker. Got there looked down into the bog, no bear. Went a little further, BEAR ARE FAST, nothing more than a black streak flying through the trees. I found a better place to cross where swimming was optional and headed back to the break in the cliff. At the bottom I just had to poop before I inched my way back up. I did my business and it was good. Pulled my pants up and looked up to see two girls looking straight down at me and laughing. Trying not look embarrassed I climbed up as fast as I could, but when I reached the top they were gone.