First, to explain the ending...while walking near a loud stream my son happened to turn around and see a black bear walking right towards me through the brush and about to step up onto the dirt road that I was on. I've never seen a wild bear in person, at 10 feet apart was not how I wanted my first sighting to occur! We figure the stream was so loud he, she...it didn't hear us and was heading for the stream to fish. I left my gun in the truck but fortuantely, the bear reacted the same way we did. Filled it's underwear with bricks and got the f*ck out of dodge!!!
Nice pic of the loon. Reminds me, speaking of filling underwear with bricks, of the first time my dad took me camping in the Adirondacks when I was younger. We were sleeping in the tent next to the lake, and I heard one "call". I thought it was the boogeyman.
The first year the Loons were at the lake they scared the crap out of me. I was probably about 12 years old and they started going back and forth in the middle of the night. It sounded like there were ghosts in the woods.
The weird thing, I had a dream before we went camping that 5 bears, 4 cubs and mom, were in our campsite and coming towards us. In the dream I was trying to decide if I should shoot the closest one but then maybe mom would go nuts and tear us apart. Should I shoot into the air to scare them away? Or should I shoot mom and maybe the cubs will run away? Weird huh?!?