David and I were walking through a woodland near our cottage in Davis Bay...and we walked into a male adolescent bear. He was 10 feet in front of us & directly on our path.
We both jumped back and watched the bear's bottom disappear into the scrubs.
Thinking we were safe, we walked on clapping and shouting 'hey bear' as we'd been taught to do. A loud rumble in the scrubs next to us told us Mr. Bear hadn't gone very far - however after hearing our footsteps, he scurried off further (about 15 feet) before turning around and watching us.
On David's instruction, I then tried to take a photo - hurriedly - while the opportunity presented itself. I didn't realise the flash was on. So not only did I flash in the bear's face, I also took the world's worst picture. It was daytime - and this was the result:
Yes, you can only see the bear's eyes glaring in the dark. The bear looks scary here - he was actually gorgeous, with a black shiny coat.
By contrast, I thought it was worth sharing Dee and Bob's photos of bears from three days earlier. They'd seen a Mum and three cubs while walking in whistler:
Despite the awful photo, David and I were both delighted - and we tiptoed our way through the rest of our walk in hope of another encounter...
CS
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