I live in North-east Florida, and though there are bears in isolated pockets in the area, they are still rare enough that one can easily grow up here and never see one. A few years ago I joined a hunting club that butted up against the south end of the Okeefenokee Swamp. I had gone in early one morning well before sunrise and sat on my stand until late morning. I returned to my truck and discovered that a fairly large bear had ambled up and stood up against my driver’s door, presumably sniffing around the handle or looking in the window. His prints looked to be about 8 inches across. I wasn’t frightened so much as just had a weird feeling that he was still watching me from somewhere.