posted on Apr, 25 2013 @ 10:59 AM
reply to post by smyleegrl
That is truly an awesome experience!
The Kodiak bear story is kind of comedic (now)... We lived in Kodiak, Alaska (for those who don't know, it's a large island under the mainland of
Alaska). We'd often go pick these berries called salmonberries. They were like a cross between a strawberry and a raspberry. Damn yummy, but of
course, the bears would eat these too.
When you went picking, it was customary for one person to be on lookout with a rifle (noting that most of the time, the rifle would just tick off the
bear, but often send him away). So, we're on the side of this hill, picking away, filling our baskets. (I'm in like 4th grade mind you). My father
was on lookout at the top of the hill. Must have been about 5 times, he'd yelled "BEAR!" and we all hurried down, got in the car, then waited to
see if it would crest the hill.
So, when he again cried out, "BEAR!", I had kind of had it at this point...no bear, just his imagination again. I refused to get down the hill. He
came running past me (swearing the whole time, never firing the rifle), and grabbed me up, (spilling my basket). I looked up (as I was facing
backwards as he carried me like a sack of potatoes), and saw a really big Kodiak at the top of the hill, rearing up and roaring in challenge. (these
guys can be up to 14' tall when standing...the one in our USCG commissary was 13' if I recall).
So, of course, from then on, I took his warnings a bit more seriously.