This is about my close encounter with bears while working for the Forest Service. It does include the encounter with the unknown creature, which was probably a bear, that ran me out of the East Fork of Bluff Creek in my story titled--IN SEARCH OF BIG FOOT.
The quickest
way back to the truck was to go straight up through an old clear cut unit from
the bottom of the East Fork of Blue Creek after a day of locating proposed
clear-cut boundaries on the Orleans Ranger District. It was the spring of 1972 as I made my way
up to the old hand fire line running along the bottom of the unit. Then I noticed the fresh carcass of a cub
bear. In the world of bears it is
common for the big male bears to attack and eat young cub bears. Not really sure why, but might have
something to do with the cub not being their offspring or downright hungry after
hibernation. As I started the steep
climb from the bottom of the unit I saw a large black figure walking on the
road about thousand feet above. It was
a large black bear looking down into the unit and sniffing the air. Bears have bad eye sight, but can smell and
hear things from a far distance depending on the wind. It must have heard me as it was straining to
see what was making noise down slope.
I stayed put for a while sitting behind as large stump waiting for the
bear to leave as they can be aggressive if disturbed. Finally I made it to the road on top of the
unit. As I walked along the road back
to the Forest Service truck at the end of the road I saw large bear droppings
going in my direction. Luckily I made
it back to the truck with no problems.
My next
encounter with bears was in Alaska when I volunteered for a work detail on the
Tongass National Forest in September of 1993.
Four of us were assigned to the Forest Service work center at the Rowan
Bay logging camp that was operated by the Alaskan Pulp Corporation on Kuiu
Island. The black bear population was greater
than the human population on this island and they were everywhere as the Salmon
were going up all the streams to spawn.
Working in the woods locating clear-cut unit boundaries and spur roads,
we were required to carry canisters of pepper spray to deter any attack from
the bears. The bears were so intent on catching salmon
they could care less on what we humans were doing. Driving back to camp at the end of the day we
had to stop at times to allow bears to cross the road as they were chasing salmon
up the many streams. There was even a
sign that said ‘Bear Crossing’ just before getting to the camp. The camp was comprised of single wide
trailers for living quarters. Garbage containers
had to be kept within the enclosed front porches to keep the bears from getting
in it. Garbage was collected and
incinerated here, no open dump for bears to feast in. They roamed the small streets of the camp
with a population of about 100 people as if they owned the place. There were penalties for leaving garbage
out in the open or goodies in the vehicles.
In many ways the bears ruled this place.
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