My closest encounter was when I was 16, at church camp (..and one time, at church camp...) a bunch of us went on an overnite excursion, and tented at Piseco Lake, in the Adirondacks, NY. A bunch of us decided to sleep outside of the tents, in our sleeping bags, under the stars. Well, at one point in the night, the fire burned down low enough and three black bears were heard circling our site. Those of us outside all ran into one tent, and 9 people slept in a tent made for 4. One time, I could hear a bear sniffing around inches from my head, as we were separated by the nylon tent. I say "slept," but it was a LONG night. I guess the counselors didn't do a good job securing our food, because our site was trashed, and we did not eat anything until we got back to the main camp after noon the next day. If you don't count the can of coke, of which I had to wash bear slobber off of...