THe day after Christmas I went out to pull the rest of my marten line before I left to go hunting in Ohio. I had 70 or so boxes to grab and got after it at daylight. Everything was going smooth, and I hit a spur road I was really excited to check. I had recently put out 4 boxes in a new area to test for next year and I was hoping that I'd have one or two. When I pulled in the spur there was a truck parked about 50 yards from my first box with two fellas just standing there. Weird I said to my partner, what are they doing out here? Anyway I get to the first box and it is smashed, the trap is ripped off the box (wire broken) and I find the trap 3 feet in a small spruce. Huh? SO I continue to the next one, the box is moved and the trap set off. Maybe I missed one? Get to the third and the box is down the hill, trap set off. Now I am suspicious. You don't miss 3 in a row. I was wishing there was snow but I couldn't figure out what the heck was happening. Then it hit me - those dudes in the truck probably either hated trapping and messed with my gear OR I set on top of them. I got a bit upset and said to the partner - I am going to go grab that last one and go have a chat with those fellas. As I round the bend to the last one, waddling down the center of the spur was a giant black bear. He was just veering into my last set. I couldn't believe it. I grabbed for the rifle but he saw us before I could make anything happen and he bounded off. Last set was untouched. Man am I glad I witnessed the bear otherwise I would have swore it was human. Pretty funny stuff.