I had a close encounter with a brown bear in Alaska while salmon fishing. I think he liked my fishing spot. I was really frozen in fear as he just walked up out of the woods and was standing tall about 10 feet from where I was next to the river. I kept my eyes forward and tried to not move or breathe. On the horizon were two mountain peaks that made me think of some big ass titties. I realized it might be my last day on earth, so I took my pants off and just started to vigorously jerk off. I blasted my load into the river and waited for my death. I looked at the bear finally, and it was just standing there shaking his head back and forth. His face was kind of sad. He lumbered back into the woods and quickly lost sight of him. On my hike out, and the drive back to my lodge, I realized fish were swimming up stream to blow their load and then die or be eaten by bears. I have never felt such closeness to nature.