We were camping down south - on the way to Camp Pendleton - at a first come first serve state park because the camping guru for the Boy Scout Troop hadn't made arrangements for that month. So there was this long nature trail up into the hills about the campgrounds. We went up for a long hike and then started down. The boy bear was along with his arm in a cast. He had broken it doing tricks on his razor scooter, on the eve of being chosen for the park basketball all-star team. He and the rest of the guys are heading down the hill ahead of us and the guys started to run. He's about a quarter mile ahead of me, running down the hill, waving his cast in the air. I scream at him to "Stop!" and he did.
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