Poco Mountain Girl

This evening just before 6:00, I popped Cash into his jogging stroller, called for Zia and the three of us strolled up the driveway. We were waiting for David so we could all take a walk, and Zia asked if she could go “rock climbing” up the side of the hill.

I said sure, and then heard a crashing on my other side, maybe 20 feet away.  I looked over, and there was a bear–a big one.  He was charging down the hill away from us, probably frightened by the sound of my voice.  (Who says a bear can’t run downhill?)

I froze and called Zia.  By the time she got back to me–has she ever moved so slowly?–David was coming out of the house, and I unbuckled Cash from the jogger.  I pointed at the bear, who had slowed down.

David’s eyes popped and he motioned us into the house.  I grabbed my camera, he grabbed his gun, and we headed back out to see if we could get a shot (with the camera, of course).

The bear was still there, and when David called to him he turned to look at us.  I only snapped one picture before he disappeared into the bushes.  Needless to say, we went for our walk armed with a .45 revolver.

We’ve seen black bear around here before, but never one so big, moving so fast.  I’m so glad it was running away from us.  I would have had to turn into a mother bear myself and defend my little cubs, you know.

That ol’ bear would have surely limped away licking his wounds, poor thing.

Never a dull moment in this neck o’ the woods!

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