Picking "shot" huckleberries out on the Olympic Peninsula in the fall was always a bit touchy. You could here them, but you couldn't see them, and you had to whistle or something so they wouldn't come in too close. Inside of 50 yards dad would start throwing things at them and they would generally turn and evade, but once in a while we would have to grab our buckets and run for the VW bus.

You thought dogs was funny when they get a mouth full of peanut butter, you should see ole blackie when his chops get loaded up. First time I ever seen peanut butter foam, heh heh heh...pretty good way to get a bear to stop following you around for a while, he gets preoccupied with clearing his snout out. Mix a goodly dollup of honey in with the jar, and they'll find it a lot more irresistable than the taste of your hide.