HONDO, I have to say again, Thank you for that VERY, VERY definitive film of a bear attack. It has made my decision for me. Here's what I noted and learned: (Guys, you don't even have to bother to read this; I just have to unload this rant.)

The
considerable (IMHO)
distance between the photographer and the bear was remarkable and stunning. How far away was that black dot that became a bear - 100yds? A 1/2 mile? YEEgods, I couldn't even see it at first, for several seconds. But the bear sure deliberately and without the slightest hesitation closed that distance real fast, faster than I could have turned-heel and gotten back to my car.

It didn't matter what subtlety among all the well-intentioned advice that victim had invoked, the
bear was going to keep coming at him.
It didn't matter if the guy realized - impossible to discern there - where any bear-favorite berry bush or cuddle of cubs were,
totally unknowable on that vast landscape between the bear and the soon-to-be victim,
no lying still in a ball,
or doing a little dance, playing a harmonica,

, rattling a rattle, praying a few beads of a Rosary,
or pulling out a tuba

to play a few bars of oom-pah-pah,
no amount of standing tall/big,
or being sheepish or respectful,

mattered onedambit - the bear didn't give a good dump.

It just intended harm. Period.

That entire landscape was very like the one of my vacation-sites, except for the large amount of deceased trees, which makes the landscape I had intended exploring again all the more full of potential danger. Too many places for the bear to be having a lovely day until it detects my smelly hole and decides to be unforgiving and in the mood for a snack of ol' whiteman.
Conclusions? 
Fuk Nature. The closest I want to get , now, would be a stroll through the produce section of my local market.

Or for some moments of pointed recreation, I will go to my local butcher to watch him cut up a few animals.

If I want to see more of "nature," I'll watch it through the car windows, but if I am going to be that isolated from a real experience, I might as well watch it on TV.

The next closest place I'll go for a real whiff of the real thing is I'll go to a county fair to inspect the bovine rumps lined up there for marvel and wonder.
You cured me, HONDO. Yup. Total cure-ness. Strollinging my potbellied fatass into a forest which is well-populated by bear that enjoy being unpleasant and selfish of the terrain is just too dumbassed to go ahead with. Case closed.

P.S. In fact, I'm not even sure I'm going to continue to be, in future, so patient and nice to the geese, wild turkeys, squirrels, rabbits and deer that cross my path, any further; maybe, I'll
aim for them.

Goodbye, Forest. I can now see why we left you in the first place.