I struggled to control my breathing as I walked up the trail.
I swung my Nikon out in front of me like it was an M16, scanning each shape and movement before moving my other foot forward. My ears analyzed every sound. My senses were working at 100% capacity and it sent a warm sensation of excitement through my entire body. This was an old familiar feeling, I’ve cherished it many times before either with a camera in my hands, hunting, or while in the Army. It felt like I was right where I needed to be.
The tall grasses on both sides of me were the perfect place to get ambushed by a bear, they were even the right color to hide a young grizzly’s blond coat. My imagination was running wild in hopes that I would see something, anything…..this year’s dreadful lack of adventure has taken its toll on the common sense part of my brain that is responsible for simple calculations like “bears have claws”, “you have fingernails”, “claws + fingernails = dead vagabond”.
Suddenly, there was a snap, a flash of movement, and 2 dark eyes staring at me from just meters down the trail…..