I couldn’t resist going back to where the hunters were chasing a big bear.
When I did, I found that the whole place had changed again. The air was warm and sweet, full of the essence of huckleberries soaking up more sunshine as they ripened on the bushes. The birds were gossiping in small chit chatter, flitting among the trees. As I coasted my Subaru down the hill, my husband and I were surprised to see a coyote in the middle of the road. I stopped the car. The coyote looked us over good, for about two minutes. We in turn were treated to a good long look at this beautiful little animal.
About an hour later, the only sounds were the soft thuds of huckleberries finding their places in our plastic containers as we picked. The breeze was softly rearranging our hair and the sun felt healing on sore shoulders. We hadn’t talked for a long time. There was no need. It was initially shocking, therefore, when coyotes started howling just above us. Two or three voices took up the chorus and the answers came from our left and right. We were surrounded. I got tired of picking after that, and went tracking.
I left Mike filling his gallon container as I sleuthed out the tracks on the road. The hunters who had been there chasing the bear the week before had parked two trucks and walked up the ridge behind the huckleberry field. I found the tracks from where they went up and it looked like they used the same path later that day to return to their trucks. There was no sign of a successful hunt.
I left their parking spot and looked for the bear’s tracks. I found a set of tracks that were equal to the ones left by the bear they were chasing. They were on top of the tire tracks.
So, either there are two big bears there, or the bear got away that time.
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