Messin' with the cub definitely wasn't the best course. I couldn't tell what kind of structure they were in. If there was a place to retreat to or not.
I came across a black bear cub, driving home on evening. It was in the middle of the road, so I had to stop. First thing I did was roll the windows up and scan the forest for Momma bear. Sure enough, she was coming down a hill next to the road, fast. All of the sudden that piece of door glass didn't seem very secure. Scooted on by the cub and saw Momma bear hit the road in my rear view mirror.
