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The single black bear (I was exaggerating for effect) ran off when I stood up and made a CLACK sound cocking my .35 carbine. I got really straight really fast (as my friend was, whom the bear was chasing. He wasn't on any substances but his own personality).
LSD or not, even a black bear is really impressive when it's chasing your friend who is running straight toward you, as if to share the experience as fully as possible. They can run up a mountainside faster than you could drive up it on a good road.
After the bear disappeared over the rim of Goat Flats (uphill from Anaconda) my gun re-assumed the form of metallic spaghetti--at least it felt that way.
I'm convinced that if we had stayed there, T____ would have irritated every bear within 25 miles...he's just like that. I should have grabbed my camera instead of the gun, maybe I could have gotten some good shots of him getting shredded.