Our neighbor had seen a bear while he was hunting on our property. As soon as he told us a bear was down back, we grabbed a rifle for self defense in case the need arose, and naturally rushed to try and see the bear. Joe Houndog lead the procession, verifying the neighbor's assertion of bear activity by sniffing ends of branches and looking at us with horrified eyes and deeply wrinkled brow, reminiscent of the Grinch's dog Max. When we got to the scene of the bear sighting, Joe explained through vivid body language that the bear had lumbered away through thick underbrush. As you can see, the day was beautiful, and the path tempting. Next time I may actually get a picture of Mr. Bear.