I remember one morning before daylight walking down to the meadow in Montana to catch the horses. There was just enough moon to barely see, the fog was setting low and as i got close to what I though was the first horse grazing somthing stopped me. What I had thought was a horse was a large boar grizzly feeding in the meadow. I stood at 40 yards with nothing more than a halter in my hands.

That bear fed away from me as i slowly backed up, he never knew i was there.

I was a tad jumpy for a while after that, but now that I dont live in grizzly country I love the woods in the dark.