We used to pick berries in an old abandoned farmstead up on top of the mountain by our camp in Pa. Dad always told me to keep my eyes open for bears up there, and sure enough, we were up there picking one time and all most stepped on a bear, sound asleep in the middle of the berry patch. Must have gorged it's self on the berries and laid down for a little siesta. It was laying flat on it's back, snoring like a chainsaw. We just quietly backed out and let him have his beauty sleep. 'Decided it was best non to disturb him-he might wake up on the wrong side of the bed and be none too pleased with our intrusion.
