Many years ago, I did a long solo hike on the Thoroughfare trail in
Yellowstone N.P. The ranger assigned me a site on Trapper Creek,
which I stayed at the first night, but the second, I cheated and
hiked to a camp along the shoreline of Yellowstone Lake. Assigned
campsites are like assigned seating, there is always a vacant one
with a better view. It was designated a boater's camp, but since the
ranger told me a bear had come into a nearby camp, I didn't care for
Trapper Creek site which was choked with willows. I felt better with
my back to the lake. Approaching the camp, I spied a bear on the
trail ahead coming my way. Once it came out of the shadows of a stand
of Lodgepole Pine, it showed the classic signs of a grizzly, short
rounded ears, hump, and the claws. With the sunlight angled just
right, I could see the slap of its front claws with each step. I had
overpacked and the entire three days I was out, I had rehearsed in my
mind the procedure for untangling myself from a huge backpack in a
hurry. As I reached down to start with the breast strap, it was not
there. The backpack lay in the middle of the trail, having already
been ejected. To this day, I do not remember lifting a hand to remove
it but there it lay. I began to side step off the trail with the bear
at about 100 yards and approaching, the wind was blowing left to
right off the lake. I shouted and the bear stopped dead and seemingly
look straight at me then turned his head in increments, scanning and
looking but seeing nothing. Within a moment, he began his ramble
again. I had already scoped out my tree and was half way to it. By
the time I reached it and go one foot on a low branch for just in
case, the bear reached the pack. He didn't even think about exploring
it, as soon as he caught a wiff, he bolted toward the lake and away
from me. Two hundred yards down the trail, he left the lake shore and
emerged on the trail again, standing and looking back directly at me
as I gathered my pack. Buried in the pack was my camera which I
retrieved and shot a incredibly overexposed black and white photo of
the bear as he moved off. Though all others can look at the picture
and see nothing but patches of white, black and varying shades of
grey, I can still the bear as plain as day.
Keith
Idaho
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DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, "WEST HOVLAND"
wrote:
> All this talk about what to do/not do in bear country has got me
curious. How many folks here have had encounters with bear while
camping and what was the outcome. I am talking about "your"
experiences, not a friend of friend or something you heard about on
the internet. Those kind of stories can sometimes lack credibility.
>
> Here's mine... 3 times I've had them in camp. I just about always
camp in the middle of nowhere so these were not the "Yogi type" bears
like you will find at your local K-Mart style campground (ie:
crowded, noisy and generally like camping in a K-Mart parking lot).
Two of the encounters were while I was sleeping, awoke to light
noises outside, made some noise myself and would then hear the bear
shitting himself and huffing ( they "Huff" when frightened or
bluffing) as he ran off. The third was at a remote camp along a creek
in the Wallowa mountains. I set up camp in the dark, retired to the
creek to eat some food. I heard some commotion near my bike but blew
it off as deer in the area. I finally got curious about the noise,
flashed my light toward the bike to find a black bear sitting on my
bike, rifling through my tank bag.
>
> So I take precautions but don't freak out about them. I have never
had a bad encounter with bears. It doesn't mean that I won't, but why
worry about it. Clean up your dishes, leave your food somewhere other
than in your tent and sleep peacefully.
>
> West
> (never been eaten by wild animals)
>
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