Ah, heck, I have tried (but cannot resist) telling a couple of bear stories. When my kids were little (6 and 7), we started going to the Berkshires (western MA) every summer. Right before we left for our first vacation, I read about Gene Shalit's experience with a bear cub in house, and how prevalent black bears were in the Berkshires. A similar article is here:
http://www.berkshireeagle.com/headlines/ci_9071127
So, with much trepidation I rented a cabin in the woods, and took our chances. From the first day, a bear cub frequently sits under a tree next to the cabin ... thinking food will be forthcoming, I think.
Then, my best friend, who is with us (hubby doesn't like the wilds), goes food shopping. When she comes back, she steps onto the porch, which runs the length of the cabin. As she reaches the front door, an adult bear steps onto the porch from the other side. She starts yelling "Bear! Let me in!" My kids get scared and *lock the door*! I rush to unlock it and let her in, of course.
On the way home, we stop at a breeder's place to talk to her about getting Rough Collie puppy. I figure it will grow up and deter the bears. Well, that didn't happen because I was stupid. I'd load everybody into my SUV and we'd ride around in the mountains at midnight, going "bear hunting". We saw a lot of bears. It was fascinating. The dog, of course, became habituated to bears ... they were just part of the scenery to him.
So one day, a few years into these summertime adventures, the kids and my best friend were sitting around the picnic table, talking and roasting marshmallows after lunch. I was in the cabin washing dishes. Suddenly one of my sons comes dashing in, red-faced, and unable to speak, waving a stick crammed with marshmallows. I thought he'd grabbed someone's marshmallows and they were after him. But no!
My 4 kids and my friend sat at the picnic table. My red-faced boy had just proclaimed himself King of the Marshmallows. He saw something out of the corner of his eye. A bear had bellied up to the bar -- literally, it was standing, pressed up against the table.
In short order, nearly everyone came into the house at top speed. Except for one of my sons ... he sauntered in like it was nothing. My friend had screamed and scared the bear off, was why. The dog was still out there. No one thought to bring him in, and he never made a peep.
When people feed bears, it makes them habituated to people. That is a potentially dangerous situation! A couple of times when we were there, rangers had to kill bears who were habituated and determined to get to the food. There were frequently bear pawprints on my SUV. We used to watch out the cabin windows in the middle of the night ... awakened by noise on the porch ... and there would be bears out there. The screens on the windows and doors were extra heavy "bear screens".
One thing is for sure, I would never go tent camping in bear country.