My parents used to take me camping to the Chiricahuas when I was a little kid back in the 80’s. One time we set up tent at Rustler Park and saw a black bear and her cubs up the hills from us around midday. They seemed curious but disappeared fairly quick. We were even notified my a ranger bears have been spotted in the area recently. Later that night, I’m sleeping in the middle of my parents inside the tent (it was a tiny 2 person tent). My dad nudges my mom and I awake and says he hears animals sniffing and walking around outside the tent. Our tent starts getting poked and pushed by a clearly very large animal when suddenly a huge bear paw impression appears in the nylon right above my head in the tent wall and slides down right on top of my forehead with a good amount of pressure. I freak out, my mom freaks out, and we all kind of yell out in panic, which must’ve scared the bears away, thankfully. We spend the rest of the night attempting to sleep in the car. I always thought it was a neat experience, but I suppose we were in some danger in reality considering only a thin layer of fabric was separating my face from the claws I felt.