My two buddy's and I are fishing Badboy Cr., on the Penn. We hear a bunch of yelling downstream, so we investigate. A guy with two Steelhead on a rope tied to his waist, is fighting a fish, with his buddy knee deep in the cr. chasing it around. They are so engrossed in this, I get ten feet behind them and the guy fighting the fish looked at me like he's seeing a ghost. Giving him the benifit of the doubt(it could be possible he's nice enough to carry a friends fish, ya sure) I just say "looks like your fishing for bear's" and head downstream. Well big Dan decides he's going to keep them honest, and stay's back to make sure at least one of them quits fishing, with 3 on the bank. Well a few minute's go's by and Dan hails us to come look at these guy's footprint's, with just as fresh Moma and cub print's following them upstream. You know the hairs on the back of neck's was tingling when we startled those guy's!