Got several, but this one stands out. I took a buddy up to fish BC one year. We were walking into the Morice at dawn through a willow flat about a quarter of a mile accross between the truck and the river---griz tracks and chewed up salmon everywhere. I lead the way yelling "HEY BEAR," "GET OUTA HERE BEAR," just warning any in the vicinity of our presence. As a newcomer my buddy was relatively unconcerned.

We emerged at the rivers edge at the top end of a pretty good stretch of holding water. About 200 yds upstream was the top end of an even better stretch. I asked him which stretch he wanted and he chose the upper and plodded off upstream, but he didn't continue with the "noise" I had been making. I just grinned and began fishing.

About four minutes later I heard some garbled splashing upstream. My buddy had walked to within 30 feet of a grizzly that promptly stood up on his hind legs in the sawgrass and grunted. At this point my partner did a kind of running/swimming impersonation of someone who wasn't very good at either. He kept falling down in two feet of water while remaining stationary for 5 seconds or so before getting his feet under him. He finally put his hand on his peper mace and mustered up a half-hearted "get outa hear bear" about 50 yards out. I was laughing my ass off. He came back downstream and I said, "welcome to BC."