When I was 10 years old my dad step mom and I went upstate to the Adirondack Mountains in N.Y. We went to a garbage dump with a bag of marshmallows and a shotgun for protection. I was holding the bag and a black bear begins walking up. I throw a marshmallow and it eats it. It begins to get closer so I throw another. It eats it. Put one on a stick and it eats it off the stick. Then I begin putting marshmallows from hand to mouth. Another black bear walks up this one is alot smaller. Doesn't seem as friendly so we go back to the stick. This one growls and the bigger one I was feeding 1st whacks the shit out of the smaller bear and chases it off. And we go right back to hand to mouth with him. Got out of there after the bag was done by throwing a whole bag away from us for him. Crazy experience. There is actually a picture of this with my family back in NY. If I can get my hands on it I will post it. EDIT: MY WIFE HAD THE PICTURES! My dad throwing the marshmallows me and my dad feeding straight from our hand. The beast itself. What about you folks?