Sunday, May 09, 2010
I was walking home across the south pasture when I noticed a young black bear about fifty yards away. He saw me about the same time I saw him I stopped. He stopped. He stood up to get a better look. I could see just fine from where I was, so I stayed put and stood very still. He dropped back to all fours and ran further down the little creek bisecting the pasture. Since he stopped right on the culvert I use to cross the creek, I continued to stay put. He stood up again, looked me over, and then headed down the creek bed with that loose, lumbering, but amazingly fast stride of a bear in a hurry.