Klik,
Laughin'!
On my first Alaskan bear hunt I got lucky (though not with bears). Spent most of it on a big hill in the middle of a wide valley. It was spring so the ptarmigan were mating, the males displaying and clucking around the willows surrounding the bottom of the hill, and once or twice each day a pale gyrfalcon would cruise around the hill, looking to pick one off. Since we were on top, we looked down on the falcon and the ptarmigan.
That was the most consistent action. One day we saw a small herd of caribou pass by, a long ways off, and another day we saw a traveling wolverine, also a long ways off. About 2/3 of the way through the hunt we saw a female bear and her previous year's cub come out of their den on a snowy mountainside about a mile away. And that was that.
