Every year around here someone gets mauled. A few springs back a magazine about Ontario published a mauling that happened in one of the writers town just west of us. The guy remembered every bit... feeling his flesh getting pulled off his legs and ankles right down to the bone. He fought with the same limbs trying to stop the bear from climbing higher.
I think he was a mushroom picker, he heard nothing till the attack, climbing a tree saved his life. The article showed the tree and the ground around, covered in his blood. By the grace of god he will live, but with years of reconsrtuctive surgery to rebuild his feet and ankles.
Thats why I sling a 12 guage semi auto slug gun with rifled barrel over my back, so I can use it to help beat the bear off my half eaten corpse.
Guy, seeing those tracks reminds me of an area back in the woods we hunted around in the eighties. Saw a track that looked so big in the field I went back to the truck for a ruler. 7x9 inches, freshly worked land, that is a big bear.