Monday, August 02, 2010
This past weekend, my husband and I went to his hunt camp for the weekend. We decided to take a walk in the many acres of forest. As we were walking, he said,"You know we might see a bear, right?". I said yes and asked if he had heard about the lady in Wyoming and the bear in her tent. As I said that, He said "Stop, a BEAR." I said yea right. He said, No, look right in front of you. About 30 yards in front was a bear coming up the hill and then another and then another. A Mama and her two cubs. Not good. A Mama bear will protect those cubs at any one's cost. I said, We can't run because a bear runs about 30 mph. Let's turn and walk slowly in the direction we came from. We were about 1/2 mile from the truck. Larry kept looking back and I said can you still see them? He said they were right behind us coming in our direction. I couldn't look because I knew I would run. I said if they get much closer we should fall to the ground in a fetal position and play dead. He looked another couple of times and they weren't to be seen. We were still about 200 yds away from the truck. I asked him to open the doors with the remote as soon as we were close enough. When we got to the truck and got in, my heart was pounding so hard you could almost see it through my shirt. We were so lucky they didn't come after us. When I asked Larry if he had been scared, he said when he looked back and saw them coming right behind us, that he just knew we were in deep trouble. As we went up the road in the truck we looked to the cleared power lines (about 1/2 mile away) and the bears were going up that path. The Mama was in front and the cubs were hopping behind her. They were so young they were not able to run yet....just hop. We took a picture but it was so far away and all you can see are a big black dot and two little dots. I am so thankful I am here to tell this story.