When I was a teenager living in Minnesota, we had a fair distance to ride on the school bus. My friend who lived about a mile from me, lived about 1/4 mile off the main road. The school bus dropped him off one afternoon, and since it was the weekend before grouse opening, he decided to walk through his pasture to do a little scouting. He got to a group of thickets and got down on his hands and knees and was crawling around them to see if he could spot any grouse. He got half way around when he met a bear coming around other way. They damn near met nose to nose. Well, they both shit their pants (if bears wore pants). He took off one way and, luckily for him, the bear took off the other way.
