This weekend proved to be adventurous from beginning to end. It all began Friday evening as I went outside for barn chores and nighttime tuck-in. As I walked out of the garage, I was met by a black bear standing across the driveway from me. He slowly looked at me as I looked at him. Neither of us was in any hurry to move. (He was about 50 feet away from me.) We stood there looking at each other and I gently said hello and suggested that perhaps he just keep going. After a few minutes, he slowly ambled down through our front yard, stopping every few yards to look back at me and ponder.
At this point, I ran into the house and grabbed my camera. By the time I reached the driveway again, he was gone. I knew which way he was headed (towards the pond), so I took off in the gator and drove down the length of our long driveway to the pond. I searched the woods for Mr. Bear and found him, hiding behind some bramble. Sadly, this is the best photo I could get... he wasn't about to leave the shelter of his "hiding" place.