When i was 19 i was in Jasper Nat'l Park for about 2 months. 1971. I had this little orange pup tent and was camped in a meadow area. I woke up one morning hearing all this munching ,,,,stuck my head out to see about 20 Elk all around me eating. I pulled my head back in and slept a while longer till they moved on . I was awe struck. Fresh air,,mnts all around and wild animals at my door. I never went back to Toronto.
In the mid eighties i was about three hrs north of here in a remote valley called The Duncan. It was fall and i was in a work camp. It was about ten at night and a bear went by my tent and sort of leaned into it pushing its nose against the side of the tent . I gave it a whack and it ran off. Next morning we had a grizzly standing in the middle of camp and i realized that that was probably the bear i hit. It gave me pause.
The animals i've been most nervous about were/are skunks.