At least that you know of . . .
Mine was yesterday. I went to a place I go for solitude where usually you can’t drive because of a huge slide area that has carried down many trees to block the road.
As I drove to where I planned to park and then continue on mountain bike, I ran into a road crew who were improving the road. Darn it!! They cleared the slide area. The night watchman for the big equipment was camped there with his family to guard the equipment for the night. They had seen a big bear, they said and now two “rigs” were up my intended back road “huntin” him . . “he was a big one maybe 300 350Lbs” said the watchman while his children looked on. His wife came out of the travel trailer to tell us there was a lowboy on the way up the hill, so get out of the way. I did. I drove my Subaru down the previously closed off road to find a quiet place. I parked in a clearing and got on my mountain bike. As I rode further. I found the tracks of the big bear. The hunting trucks had driven over them but there were still fairly clear prints in the middle of the road as the bear headed down off the ridge into a steep, thick area. I found one of the trucks parked and got off my bike to see which way the hunters went. They went up the ridge. The bear was safe. But was I? If you saw my previous post you’ll see that a woman was recently shot by a bear hunter in Washington as she hiked. I decided to get the heck outta there. Since they were above me and frustrated after a fruitless chase for the big bear what would prevent them from firing a shot towards any movement they saw below them. I rode back to my car and headed out. You never know what you are going to find in the wild country but I sure would rather run into a 350lb bear who doesn’t own a gun than someone who can kill you from far enough away they can’t tell what you are. Curse hunting season!!!
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