The wide angle lens on the handlebar cam makes this bear into a distant dot that rapidly leaves the frame. But at least it's a little something.
I like how you can see the bottoms of their feet when they're walking away. I watched this black, black animal, with these tan foot pads, sauntering along in front of me, as I followed at a respectful distance.
People I met at the road crossing pointed back into the woods and said they could still see it after it left the trail. I couldn't, and I was on a bit of a tight schedule to get to a friend's 60th birthday party. I tooled on out the trail with no further excitement.
On the way to work this morning, on a dirt road in North Wolfeboro, I had to get past these dogs. I almost always hear barking when I ride by this particular little farm. Occasionally, I have been chased. Today, two dogs I had never seen here before were already out in the road, long before I got there.
I talked to them until I got a clear shot at the downhill to escape.
I didn't remember turning the camera on. I was surprised to see that I had. I noticed it when I got down to College Road.
After a pretty placid day, we knocked off at 4. Back out in North Wolfeboro, nearing the top of Bryant Road, I spotted bear cubs trotting out into the road. I stopped to let them go on through, figuring the mother was somewhere nearby. That's assuming some intrepid gunner didn't blast her over a pile of old doughnuts last month, or chase her down with baying hounds after baiting season ended.
This time of year, one hears the truckloads of howling bear dogs passing on the road, usually very early in the morning. Being intrusive seems like it might be part of the appeal for bear hunters. It does help me get the cats back indoors so I can have them safely contained before I leave for work.
