Sheila and I were enjoying the early morning together at Cades Cove, in The Great Smokies National Park, when we saw a baby bear up a tree. Now, being flat-landers from the Hoosier State, we were quite honestly amused at the locals who had been telling us, "Most tourists don't see the black bears because they keep looking for them on the ground. They spend a lot of time in the trees."
But suddenly, 50 feet up a tree, there he was. Baby Bear!
I started toward the tree to take a picture, and saw Momma bear scamper down the trunk like a little squirrel. Amazing. The locals were right; the bears in these parts live in the trees! I tried to get a good picture of Momma, but she ran away, so there was nothing left for me to do but stand under the tree and try to figure out a way to get a good shot of a small black ball of fur 50 feet up in the canopy of leaves. It was virtually impossible to get a good shot, so I stood there frustrated and unable to photograph the little cub for about 15 minutes.
Then I thought, "Maybe I can find the Momma bear."
I took off into the woods, found a little stream and started picking my way along the water's edge, confident the sound of the babbling brook would cover my advance.
Curiously, it also covered the advance of the stealthy young Momma bear's advance on me! She was rounding a clump of weeds when I saw her, only a few feet distant and headed my way. In fact, she was so close, my 500mm lens wouldn't focus. So, I took one step back and snapped her picture.
And that's my bear story for today.
2 Kings 2:24b - Two bears charged out of the underbrush and knocked them about, ripping them limb from limb.