I'd leave the body and carry on with my trip. When I got home I'd be hounded by the press when it came out and my whole village would hate me. I'd end up in arguments and people would punch me in my nose at barbecues. I'd have relationship problems. However, it would all be resolved by sitting down at the funeral people put on. I'd become very spiritual.

I have no idea. I imagine I wouldn't do what you're supposed to do in such situations, if I even knew what that was.

First, I would make a lot of noise. I would tell my child to play dead.

Also, a bear mauling my child would make me like Popeye after the spinach. The bear wouldn't stand a chance.

My son is as old as I am! That is so cool. Well I would take the box of matches or something that made a noise when you shake it and maybe a large branch and make myself look as big as possible and tell my son to stand back and slowly get a safe distance away.

probably head towards the tree with the cubs and try to get the mama bear to come after me. if not then leap onto the bear and get it to attack me instead of him!!

First of all, I'd never take my hypothetical kid on a hike if there was any possibility of danger. That said, I don't have a second point.

I'd take a picture, then run.

Scream and keep screaming" find a rock to throw at this thing and hit it in the head

> First, I would make a lot of noise. I would tell my child to play
> dead.
>
> Also, a bear mauling my child would make me like Popeye after the
> spinach. The bear wouldn't stand a chance.

I could just see you picking this bear up over your head and throwing him 800 miles away oh Popeye my hero

> probably head towards the tree with the cubs and try to get the mama
> bear to come after me. if not then leap onto the bear and get it
> to attack me instead of him!!

Leap on to the bear and hang on Jettles we have a bear rodeo yee haw ride it cowgirl

You know it!

I would try anything to get it away from my son.

But practically ANYWHERE you hike there's always a possibility of danger.

I'd immediately attack the bear, not take the time to look in a pack, tell my son to play dead. Then when the bear turned his attention to me, tell my son to run, then I'd play dead, There is no out running a Grizzly.

I remember about 20 years ago, in Yellowstone I believe it was. There were some young campers in their early 20's. Along came a Grizzly, all the campers were able to escape, except a young girl whose zipper to her sleeping bag wouldn't open, the bear tore her arm off at the shoulder, needless to say she died. I think the young people were naive to the dangers of the park.

A few years ago, while my husband and sons went hunting, came across a mother bear and her cubs, needless to say, they were alarmed. They were in between the mother and her cubs. They quickly made a detour. All ended okay. Scared the living hell out of me when I heard of it.

I know. In that case I'd wait until my kid is older and in the meantime stick to parks.

"gets no service" meaning what? No cell phones, no forest rangers???

1. If the bear is already mauling the kid he is toast so forget him.

2. Get the hell out of there and go back to where I started.

3. Get help to retreive the kid's body.

4. Kick myself in the ass for doing something so stupid as venturing into the wild where man doesn't belong in the first place.

Rely on my adrenals to get me through this. I imagine the adrenaline would be pumping pretty fudging hard and I would rush the bear scream as loud as I could than grab the bear and throw him over my shoulder and than kick my foot through his chest to stop his heart. The kid would be tossed over my shoulder and I would run as many miles straight to the hospital tog et car for the both of us because by than my adrenals would have burned a hole through my chest.

That's what I said! Except in my visual I imagined the kid wouldn't have to be playing.

Cry?

Get up the tree and start mauling one of her kids. Maybe then she'll get the idea.

My son would already be dead or dying so distracting the bear wouldn't help much. I'd climb a tree (not the one the cubs are in) and wait until the mother grizzly and her cubs left and then hike back to get help retrieving my son's body.

Panic.

Attack the bear viciously with what ever I can and with extreme over-the-top malice to protect MY cub!

If I was out in an area of the wilderness known to be populated by bears, I would be prepared and carry a sonic air horn and bottle of pepper spray. I would shout out to my son to roll up into a ball and play dead and charge at the bear, sounding the horn and then squirting the pepper spray as close to its eyes as I could get it. Hopefully this would give me enough time to free my son and back away as quickly as possible.

Anyone who thinks that adrenaline gives you an edge over a bear that is 7ft tall on all fours and weighs 800lbs is having a fudging laugh.

Roll up the windows and honk the horn until the waitress comes out of the restaurant.