Riding in Tabby Mountain Wildlife Management Area, we were surprised to see bear tracks.
Bear tracks, rear paws
Bear tracks, front paw
From the size, this was a mature black bear, maybe 5-6 feet long.
Bear trail on left side of photo
The bear followed the same sandy road we traveled. The line of tracks is on the left side of the photo.
Boss on high alert
Boss hates bears. When he gets the scent in his nose, he gets hyper alert and nervous. In this photo, he was testing the air, but he only got really nervous later, when we must have passed close to the bear. When Boss smells bear up close, he inhales, then blows out in a loud snort. Only bear or sheep get this reaction from him. Don't ask me why sheep fall into the same category as bear in his mind. Fortunately, we did not actually see the bear. I'm afraid Boss would have done a 180 and left me in the dirt!
On the way home, the sky darkened with storm clouds. We managed to reach the trailer before more than a few raindrops fell.
In Yellowstone National Park, we hike along the Lamar River trail, where the pronghorn and the bison play. Or snooze,
or roll in the dust, as the case may be.
Our destination is Cache Creek.
The views along the way are unbeatable,
with the wildflowers in full bloom.
Back on the Lamar, Steve catches quite a few cutthroat trout.
He claims to have caught about 20 trout on one grasshopper imitation fly, the middle one in the group above. It does look a little worse for wear, compared to the new ones.
Steve and a couple of fisherman share trade secrets on the river.
I took the photo of them from the road, where I waited for Steve to return. As I sat there, a bear jam formed, with scopes pointed at the terrace directly above the fishermen. A couple of grizzly rolled in the grass and lazed around, unaware of the fishermen, who were also unaware of them, a good situation for all.