We were running back to our rooms at the fish cannery I worked for in Alaska. As we rounded a corner we all stopped short as we encountered the bear. Poor guy was just looking for a bit of an evening snack, I'm sure, but finding yourself less than ten feet from all those teeth and claws is quite the adrenaline rush. He looked at us. We looked at him. Then he shuffled off to find a less crowded place to snarf.