Here's one worth sharing:

About 10-12 years ago, I took my dad down to the barrier dam on the cowlitz one summer afternoon to try for summer-runs. To those of you familiar with the barrier dam, we walked on down the clay bluff about a 3-400 yards below the boat ramp-an easy task in the low water of summer. You know that walking the clay bank along the water is easy but you cannot go uphill because of the verticle cliff behind you. This fact plays into the story in a moment.

Dad was an experienced outdoorsman being a forester and he had seen many bears in his day.

Well, here we are fishin away and I'm showing dad the finer points of drift fishing when all of a sudden we here this crashing around in the bushes on the gravel bar across the river. This catches our attention and suddenly...up pops the head of a bear. Well, feeling safe because we are on the other side of the river, we keep a fishin because the bear is just strolling around on the gravel bar......until it tore into the biggest f____ing hornets nest I've ever seen. Now the bear is pissed and immediately jumps in the river and starts swimming across to our side about a hundred yards above us. "No sweat" says dad, "it will just go up the hill when it sees us!"
Once on our side, the now highly aggitated bear sees us- and starts running towards us. "let's get the hell out of here" I yelled. Dad was no where to be seen......he was already up the nearest tree! "Get your ass up here" he hollered back. I obliged.

Well, we spent the next 2 hours up in the tree because the damn bear stewed around on the hillside for that time.

We looked(and felt) pretty stupid as the sleds going by free drifting wondered what the hell we were doing because they couldn't see the bear. Got some mighty strange looks!
An hour into the ordeal we were laughing so hard we almost fell out of the tree.

I now get a second opinion when dad talks about bears.