I was "guiding" a friend up in the mountains of west central Colorado. We scouted the day before and found that a herd (elk)was using a certain trail over a pass between two peaks ( I knew of this place from past experiences).
We got up there early the next morning and sat on the downstream side of the pass to wait for light and eat a breakfast (elk being upstream) and down a bit so scent would go away from the playing field.
I bit into my energy bar and asked what she was eating. . "blueberry poptarts" she replied. I casually said bears like blueberries and went on eating. She made a face at me.
A while later, we hear sounds. . . approaching herd. She got a lesson in hunting the wind, as she crept over the top of the pass and the elk ran. I then positioned her on the trail that circled the rim of the pass and suggested she sit for a while while I stalked the high ground above.
I kept track of her from above every lil bit with my binoculars. On one of those peeks, I saw a pretty good sized black form and sat down to watch as a nice black bear used the trail and walked nearly right to her. She had a gun with her and knows how to use it, I wasn't worried (about her at least).
The bear got close, then started acting shy, as bear hunters have seen, then he turned around and left.
When I got down there later and asked about it. She told me this story of seeing this cool black bear. . "he came down over there, walked and sniffed around, then he followed the trail almost to me, until I started stomping my feet".
I asked what was going thru her mind as the bear was getting closer and she blurted out " ******ing blueberries".
ChuckC