Close Encounters Of The Furred Kind. October 26, 2008
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: bear
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[I just changed the post title – don’t know how I came so close and didn’t see that one!]
Took a walk today, out to the Raycroft Overlook, of course with camera in tow.
Well a hundred yards from the van, I heard something in the woods to my left, and stopped.
There it was – a big ol’ bear. Evident only as patches of black appearing and disappearing in the thick brush to my left:
That black patch in the middle of the photo is the bear.
Yeah, I know, that’s feeble. I thought of trying to sneak up on him, but then I remembered what Momma done tol’ me.
So I watched it from fifty feet away for about fifteen minutes, ’till the wind shifted and he caught my scent:
He stood up, snuffled the air for a bit, then ambled off down over the drop. I thought about following him, for about two point three seconds. But I chose life.
Little Bang Theory 
That’s very cool! I’m glad you thought better of pursuit.
You’ve made my day again! I agree with DCup, glad you thought better of pursuit. Great photos!
Very cool. Glad you’ve (still) got a good head on your shoulders.
I’m glad you chose life. But what a neat encounter.
WordPress isn’t serving up the photos this morning. 😦
BUT, I’ll use my ‘magination…or come back later after WP has had some coffee and worked out whatever Monday issues it’s having.
wise man.
sherry, you just single handedly doubled the number of times I’ve been told that. 😉
Cute ears.
Well.. had you followed it for another 1.2 seconds you may have been able to answer definitively the age-old question: does a bear shit in the woods?
I just didn’t want to answer the question,
“Does a bear shit me in the woods?”
Wow! Were you as close to him as this picture has led me to believe? I haven’t seen a bear in so long…Let’s get me OUT of this city and back into the rolling hills of the 413, please and thank you! Good catch with the camera.
Yeah, truly fifty or so feet. It’s good that they’re not generally aggressive, not so good that they’re temperamental and unpredictable.
See, a catamount would have eaten me before I ever knew it was there.
I like bears better.
And PS, yes, I too giggled at the cute ears as I was squeezing that one off!