LOL- reminds me of a hunting day trip with my younger daughter. We were deer hunting, still hunting they call it, walking very quietly and slowly on a trail, stopping often to look around, all directions.
She was armed with her "new" .260 Remington I built her, 129gr. Hornady's at about 2,900fps and I had my Ruger #1 in .218Bee, loaded with 45gr. TSX at 3,080fps.
We walked right into a grizzly's bed room. "Several" beds about 6 feet in diameter, with rings of bear shit piles circling them. That was really weird - 1st time I have seen that. We didn't smell it until we were in it, as we were walking into the wind & relying upon our eye sight, of course.
I felt particularly vulnerable at that time and we re-traced out steps - out of there and more quickly than we had entered.