10+ years ago I was doing a day hike in Glacier Park to a place we used to go to when I was a Boy Scout. At one point I had to walk through a 200′ brushy corridor that was 3 feet taller than I was. Half way through it I came face-to-face with a huge sow grizzly that was coming toward me. She acted like she didn’t quite know what to do. But I sure did. I backed up slowly, didn’t look her in the eye, and I spoke soft words. The problem was that I couldn’t get my hands out of the trekking pole straps quickly to grab my pepper spray. I got to a place where I could climb 75′ above the trail, where I was stopped by a big snow bank. I waited it out until momma bear passed me on the trail below. I gave her a 100′ space, and then I proceeded to continue to the brushy corridor. Then, here came her 3 little puppies, who were walking WAY behind their mom. So I went back up to my previous snow pack place to let them pass. The first 2 stopped at a tiny creek to have a drink. But the 3rd cub saw me and decided to come check me out. I freaked out, big time, thinking that mom would charge me and turn me into star dust. I then screamed as loud as I could to get her attention, which worked. The momma bear simply gave a loud and decisive grunt, and the little one raced back to mom. Whew!
After my hike, I was advised by a ranger that was leading a hike to report my experience to the main park ranger. I told him that the momma bear was a perfect animal that posed minimal threat to humans. When I got back to my motel room, I cracked a beer, and then proceeded to cut the straps off my trekking poles. I haven’t used pole straps since.