They said - "when you are in the hills - make a lot of noise - best to sing loudly - then the bears know you are there and can wander away - unless of course they are really hungry...". After 8 hours walking I had exhausted my knowledge of carols, hymns and folk songs and had switched to marches (Col Bogey, Great Escape...) - the gentleman pictured was "just trying out his new rifle" - sitting in the cab of his truck, up a closed off forest road, not in deer hunting season at all, in the middle of nowhere, and blowing on his deer call. Only to hear the strains of the Dam Busters march coming back loud and clear and some crazy limey comes jogging round the corner - arms outstretched in bomber position... at least I got a lift back to civilisation