Top of the Food Chain

Last night Jane and I decided to try our luck fishing for silver's. The evening bite is not as consistent as the morning bite but it's the only time that we get to fish together. It was a beautiful evening, we saw a double rainbow, and the fishing wasn't bad. At least it wasn't for Jane. She caught her limit and I netted her fish (felt like a guide trip.....).

When we got back to the dock it was getting dark and a fog was rolling in. I quickly cleaned the fish and we jumped in the car to head home. We saw lights on in a cabin of a guest who was leaving early the next morning. We decided to say our last goodbyes and as we were doing so 50 feet behind the car a big ol' brown bear was casually walking behind the Chinook cabin. Boy, that sure gets the adrenaline pumping. That was the second encounter this summer for me. The first was in July but I didn't actually see the bear. It made it's presence felt down by the dock. He or she left behind muddy footprints and other things that come out of bears (no, I guess it doesn't just happen in the woods).

Now, I don't want to frighten any one about the possibility of bear encounters at the cabins. It is very rare. There are plenty of bears in the area but they are shy and try to avoid people. In fact, most of the time they hear you before you ever see them and they leave. Thank god. Moose, on the other hand, are like pets around here and are habituated to people.

I'm sure glad they're vegetarians.