The public point of view on bear safety and fear around bears, even among fellow hunters, has always been an interesting phenomenon to me. It was at the age of seven when I saw my first Grizzly Bear and my first Black Bear in the wild. My dad believed in starting us young and had decided I was old enough to sit with him in the bear stand. Although I didn’t realize the significance of it at the time, my mom trusted my dad and decided to let him haul me into the bear woods. I distinctly remember three parts of the first hunts but not in any particular order...