In the Adirondacks in the late Spring / early summer I was hiking between a couple of lakes, I knew there were bears in the area and had scared the crap out of a cub in an berry patch earlier and he went running down the lane... I thought, what the heck is a black dog with bad legs doing way the heck out here.
I got to the creek between the lakes and was looking at the mossy ground and saw a HUGE bear print... really clean.
I bent down and looked at it, and it began to fill with water, relatively fast... Just then I realized.. that wasn’t a dog... Awh Chit !!...
I clutched my Marlin 39A like that kid in the Christmas movie clutched his red Ryder and thought... I could put Momma’s eye out..
I decided to back track and get the heck out of there because of the cub.
