Yes a big black bear from all accounts. We were in North Ontario at an old logging cabin beside a series of lakes. In two weeks, there wasn't another person to be seen.

On the way there, up a long deserted logging trail, we had to stop the car and wait as momma skunk and her half dozen babies proceeded across the trail.

I woke up at dawn each morning for some strange reason and walked down some old railway tracks to where a river emptied into the lake. I was joined there by a moose, several deer and one morning a black bear, I assume the same one that passed me while I was snapping photos.

The wildlife didn't seem to recognize the scent of man. Their reactions were bizarre, at first hesitant, then with care they approached the river to take a drink and afterward with an additional sniff they turned and moved away. After a couple days, their hesitation had vanished.

The most astonishing sight was fish sleeping on the riverbed, heads pointed upstream. They scattered when my footfalls got too close to the edge. I never knew fish slept.

Smiles
Bob

but having abused my knees horribly through a life of rugby, cycling and martial arts all my contemporaries have had knee rebuilds which seem horrible. By not thinking about knees, anybody's knees I think I have kept my from disintegration.

If yours need local occult remedies applying, please say. The local hob is noted for sore throat cures, but may do knees. I will pop down to the beach and ask if you like.