Went camping in the Sierra Nevada. I went to the lake one morning to go fishing. Stayed for three hours and only caught a fish as big as my hand
On my way back, some shadow by downed tree caught my attention. As I walked on and kept looking I realised it was the head of a brown bear who was watching me walk on by.
My heart froze. He got from behind the felled tree and walked on over to me, growling and shaking its head. I thought about running but a voice inside of me told me "bad idea".
I stopped, crouched low to the ground and set the small fish I had caught in front of me. The bear came real close, sniffing me and sniffing the fish. I had my arms around my head and my knees to my chest, praying my ancestors that this bear wasn't going to decide to paw me to death. I was alone, far from the camp and I was unarmed.
After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, the bear growled, seemed to sneeze, shook his head and bolted back into the woods, ignoring me and the fish.
After a few minutes, I slowly stood up and checked my drawers... They were dry, lol, but my forehead and back were drenched with sweat.
I walked back to the camp after briefly looking to the heavens and thanking my Creator that bear had probably already had his lunch and was probably used to seeing humans around those parts.