Not in a cage.
Not in an exhibit. Not traveling with gypsies.
Like, in the wild.
I was nearing the end of my Table Mountain hike in Washington State in the Columbia River Gorge. I heard something big in the brush moving fast. The bear crashed away and stopped about a hundred yards off and turned and looked at me. I said "Hey bear!" He was unimpressed. I started moving and he turned away and booked it across the ravine.
Dev hates it when the bears hike with me.