Before I went into exile, the timber sale contracts on one northern forest had a clause that loggers were to have a bear proof container on site for logger food, and were not to leave lunches out and about because there might could be grizzlies around as it was their kind of habitat. One of those, just shake your head and laugh things because crying isn't as pleasant.
The Cheeseheads said they'd be glad to ship Fishers over to us. Fishers are plentiful and considered a pest there. I saw one close up. He looked like he was not having a pleasant day so I left him clinging to his tree.
I didn't go hiking on any trails there either. There were packs of wolves. The wolves will attack and kill dogs. I like to take my dog with me. The wolves were becoming used to logging being done and would watch sometimes. One logger had his dog out with him, saw a wolf, got his dog in the skidder and then drove back to the landing with the wolf following. That story made the local paper.
Wisconsin is the place I had the closest encounter with a black (actually cinnamon) bear. The only thing I could think to do was to spray it with paint from my paintgun and when the bear was almost in range, it finally clicked in his brain to go away. Whew! I think he was deaf and blind cuz I was yelling and waving arms and blowing a whistle. He looked so calm.
