At this location with the game camera, I’ve captured many deer, meandering through. Most saunter by so slow that I’ll get several pictures of the same deer.
Imagine my curiosity when I saw these two pictures with the deer clearly in flight. As I scrolled to the next picture, my wonderment ended.
A bruin in any forest can cause quite a stir.
Maybe it was that picture of that bear. Maybe it was Sunday.
But a memory came flooding back
When our late son Matthew was but 3 or 4—still in need of a booster seat, as I recall—I decided to take him fishing. We were stationed at Plattsburgh AFB at the time, and the Adirondacks reputation for smallmouth bass fishing was living up to its promise.
It was late summer and a late afternoon on some backroad. I’m quite certain I’ve forgotten that place’s name if I ever knew it. But as I slowed to look at a small lake, a large bear ran in front of the car. For some reason, it stopped in the middle of the road to look back.
“Do you know what that is, Matthew?” I asked.
“Yeah, Daddy!” Matthew proclaimed leaning forward in his booster seat, fixated on the awesome creature before us. “It’s a bear!”
On cue, the bear wheeled about to disappear in the brush.
“Go get him, Daddy!” Matthew shouted, bouncing up and down.
Looking back at the fishing gear behind us, I replied. “Would you suggest a topwater lure?”
Maybe it was that picture of that bear.
Maybe it was Sunday.
Have a wonderful week.