Big Lake area at the West Fork of Black River, 28 May2007 (Memorial Day). Person requests to remain anonomyous.
I was fishing the West Fork of Black River in the meadow not too far from the road. I had not had too much luck that morning. The trout didn’t seem to want to go for my flies. But the day was beautiful, and I love the sound of the running water.
I had worked my way up stream to where the creek narrows down between the hills and creek goes into the wooded area. I wanted to make sure I did not cross the Indian Reservation Boundary; therefore, I stopped short of the trees and started to fish my way back down stream towards the road.
I got the feeling someone was watching my every move. The hair on the back of my neck was letting me know something was wrong. I stopped fishing long enough to look around me taking in a 360 degree scan. Yet I could not shake the feeling.
I figured if anyone, or anything was watching me, it would have to be from the tree line. Consequently, I made my retreat down stream a little quicker than before. I put a good fifty yards between me and any trees. I figured if it was a bear, it would have to show itself, and I would have plenty of time to draw my pistol and scare it off or defend myself.
I moved down to an "S" turn in the creek and actually caught a nice trout. While taking a few moments to remove the hook from the trout, I spotted a dark shadow at the base of a large Ponderosa pine in some bushes. At first, I thought it was just a large rock or shadow, but I could swear it moved ever so slightly.
I took my eyes off the spot while I released the fish back into the water, and then directed my attention back to the spot. It was not there. I studied the area very closely, but the shadow was gone. This spooked me, and the hair on the back of my neck was really standing. I decided to move down closer to the road, and not waste any time fishing. If it was a bear, I wanted to be able to reach my car before it could cross the meadow and get to me.
To Be Continued...