He crossed a river, nearly followed our route up through the alders (he did it in about 20 minutes) and came to within 200 yards of camp. We thought he was smelling the meat, but apparently he was after the gut pile, because he kept going up valley.
Pretty cool to watch him follow his nose. Once in a while, he'd stop and do circles, or wander back and forth until he caught the scent again, and then he'd beeline.
Lots of fun to watch bears do in moments what takes mortal humans seeming ages of grueling effort. And one never fully understands what 'brother' bear appreciates either.
As they say though - the early bird gets the worm(s).
