In 2010 my GF and I were hiking to our cabin in the Brooks Range in Alaska.
It is a 2-3 day hike depending on weather.
The second night we set up camp in a small valley.
Just before dark I walked to the top of a hill to scout the next days trail.
From the camp to the top of the hill was maybe 50 yards. On the other side of the hill was a long slope into another larger valley.
As me and our dog crested the hill, we see a mamma grizzly and a young cub. They were about 200 yards away, heading towards us.
Of course my dog started barking.
The bears stopped and just watched us.
We gave up first and walked back to camp.
It was 45 minutes until dark and a mamma grizzly and cub were about 200 yards from our camp.
When I got back to camp the GF said "how about hotdogs and beans for dinner?"
I said "how about just go to sleep with no dinner and GTFO in the a.m.
Ive never slept closer to my 870 loaded with 3 inch slugs.
In the morning we found that the bears turned around where we saw them and went down into the valley.
That was our first encounter with brown bears, but not the last......
