Alabama
Dad took a few of us to a fun concert.
Bear Hunt
This day reminded me of the children's book We're Going On a Bear Hunt. "We're going on a bear hunt. We're going to catch a big one. What a beautiful day! We're not scared. Oh no!! A deep dark forest! We can't go over it. We can't go under it. Oh, no!! We've got to go through it!" I'm pretty sure this was the craziest adventure I've ever had. After catching this bear on camera, 7 days in a row, we knew he was coming in. All we needed to do was wait. And wait. And wait, until it was almost too dark to shoot. "Stew" came in broadside during the last 5 minutes of legal shooting hours. A fatal mistake on his part. I looked at Dad, and mouthed "Should I take him?" He looked back, whispering "If you've got a good shot, yes." I had the perfect shot. Broadside, but slightly quartering away with his front leg forward. I took it. He ran off to the right, and crashed through the alders. 40 minutes...
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