Back somewhere around the early '80's, Dad me and my brother made the annual late summer pilgrimage because Mom wanted huckleberries. Off to Flowery Trail and up near the 49 DN ski area we went. Just short of the top, gated road on the north side of Flowery Trail into what I think was Vaagen Bro's timber land. Hiked in with 30-30 in tow and some bear tags we went in search of Mom's huck's. About 2-3 miles in walked around the corner on the road and standing in the road were 3 of them and about 6-7 more on the high side of the road in a 3-4 year old cut. After the 3 jumped up into the cut, they just stood their as we walked by not giving 2 hoots about us. Of course, no camera. Another half mile and 5-6 gallons of hucks later, back to their house outside of Chewelah we went.
Right up there with one of the coolest things I've ever seen wildlife related.