The hunting land I had in northern WI had black bears that were used to human scent. Had one that would rub it's back on one of the shack corners.
I painted the corner boards with a fresh coat of white. Next morning there was hair and dirt on fresh paint. Bear must of rubbed one off overnight while I was sleeping, fugger.
On two occasions I had bear pay me a visit while stand hunting. They'd look at me while I swore like a sailor at them, until I figure they got offended and went their way.
Least it sounds like the griz UncleAlps ran into weren't semi-domesticated like the black bears by me. I always kept the wind at my back when gutting.
