Without a bite on our worms and flies, we gathered back at the campfire to roast some cheddarwursts. YUM YUM! Just then the Beauticians boyfriend spotted a large bear coming out into the middle of the river.
"Look!" he pointed, "a black bear!"
Immediately Construction Man rose to his feet, said: "That ain't no black bear, that's a griz."
Automatically, launching into survival mode, he began to pack the cooler throwing all the food into the truck and the chairs up on the flatbed. I, not being the least bit concerned, (you could say ignorant) grabbed my camera and headed to the river where the 500 pound boar was approximately 75 yards downstream. I fired off forty or fifty shots with the Cannon Rebel ooooohing and ahhhhing away as Construction Man gruffly directed us to get our butts in the truck!
In shock, another fisherman approached with pale skin and eyes as wide as saucers. He too had to make haste to get away from the approaching bear as he was peacefully fishing the river at the very spot the bear lumbered out of the trees. Way to close for comfort!! Only about twenty minutes before, Nurse Child was fishing the same pool that the bear eventually crossed through.
As soon as we couldn't see him anymore, a strange hush fell over everyone and we quietly loaded up not knowing how close the griz was to our truck. We drove off and headed to Cooke City, MT for ice cream and espresso. Even saw a bull moose on the way out of town. Fortunately, with Construction Man's quick wit/reasoning power, nobody got eaten...today.
Thank You Lord!
It's hard to get these butterfly guys to hold still!
Index and Pilot Mountains
Great balls of fire!
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