While I have seen far more bears along the Alcan than the Cassiar (on one early spring trip south I gave up counting when I reached 50 before getting down to Dawson Creek - and saw nearly 100 total on the round trip, including the rare Kermode black bear), it is along the Cassiar that more have been seen coming out onto the road. Probably due to there being less traffic on that route. Riding north on the Wing back in August '06, still a fair distance south of Dease Lake near sundown, blackies started coming out of the brush on the left (west) side of the road. A few toots on the fairly loud horns would send them scurrying back whence they came. Then I came on a larger grizz who wasn't to be deterred in his ramblings. The choices were somewhat limited: A. Hit the brakes and risk coming to a stop within a few feet of its path. B. Hit the gas and risk having the bear decide to see if it could beat me to the crossing, possibly meeting before either of us accomplished our chosen mission and having a bruised, and now angry, bruin to contend with. C. Play chicken with the bear. Having spent plenty of time around old-time big game guides, listening to their tales of bear encounters, I knew most bears could be bluffed by something unknown to them so I chose C. Stood up on the pegs, started tooting the horn in a staccato rythm, and accelerated straight at the bear. It worked. Although the bear didn't whirl and run into the brush, it did turn around and saunter away, which was good enough for me. Most of the bears I've surprised while on the bike will get out of clearings and head into brush or timber so as to disappear if they feel that is the safest thing for them to do. Then they will stop and look back to evaluate the thing that caused them to bolt. On a ride over to Dawson City a few summers ago the Wing had an aggressive knobby mounted on the front end. (Don't ask!) It whined, very loudly. As I got within about 100 yards of a good-sized grizz grazing at the side of the road, it stood up on its hind legs, spun around in a complete 360 degree twist to see what sort of monster was about to attack it and, once it spotted me, dashed off into the trees where it stopped to eyeball this ominous-sounding contraption. Then it continued walking farther into the burned over tiaga as I proceeded on toward Chicken, a big grin plastered on my puss.