Last year on Abrams I ran in to a bear who was behind a tree. No more than 10 ft from it's face. I stared in it's eyes, and then I instantly swung my wading stick in the ground whilst growling at the beast. It ran fifty yards and turned around and stared at me. I once again swatted my stick and slowly backed up while growling. The bear finally went over the ridge.
I was happily hiking the trail minding my own business. The river was up after a rain and the wind was going the other direction. The bear was behind a tree, probably fixing to climb that tree. It didn't see me or smell me, neither did I see or smell the bear. I hate to think, what could have happened. I can assure you that the deodorant the bear is using is not one of my favorites.