Day 81, Well that's not a bird
23/July/2009
I was heading into Martha's Basin, an idyllic spot thick with towering brush, mountains, lakes and swarms of mosquitos, when I heard a ruckus in a tree. When hiking alone in this terrain I'm constantly yelling "Hey Bear!" just to let them know I'm around. This sow sent herself and her cub up a tree to get a better look at me. She'd been digging in the creek bank, that's why she's all wet and dirty. I took a few frames and then passed. She wasn't exactly in a good mood. At first I thought she was a large bird. Yeah, a 250-pound one.