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To this day my bud swears he heard the guy fill his pants then turn and run to his car.
Speaking of fillin' yer pants and running to the car . . .
I "found" a mama bear with two cubs last summer at Lake Arthur, while chasing wipers one night, a couple hundred yards from where I had parked while walking through the woods to get to the spot I wanted to fish.
Reckon I was about 10-12 yards away from mama when I first saw her eyes glowing and thought, "Hmmm, that's awful big for a raccoon. And it's not a deer." 'Bout that time my heart just about stopped and she bluffed at me a few steps.
I started yelling and clapping, and high tailed it back to my car in record time, and glad to say my waders cleaned up just fine.