This photo is taken across Quesnel Lake towards the mouth of the Mitchell River. Note the gathering rain clouds.
Our bear
hunting weekend turned into something of an anticlimax in that, while we had a
great adventure, the bears simply didn’t cooperate. Our guides, Ryan on
Saturday, and Gary on Sunday had really hard days at the office.
Fortunately,
so that they could preserve some credibility, we did see a black bear on
Saturday. You have seen the photo. He was about 300 metres away and, whether he
got wind that we were there or something else spooked him we don’t know, but he
disappeared into the forest never to be seen again.
Apart from
the fact that we had to get up for a 5:00am breakfast both mornings, the lodge
was fun in that, although we slept in our motorhome, we had fully catered meals
with the other guests and got to swap war stories.
The Saturday
exercise consisted of driving and walking in various rural areas, mostly in
distant parts of privately owned property they had permission to enter. Apart
from the one sighting of the bear, it was a long day waiting for something
exciting to happen with some other wildlife appearing occasionally.
Sunday was
more interesting in that we started by travelling for one and a half hours in
Gary’s runabout along Quesnel Lake and then swapping to his jet outboard
powered tinnie for a 30 minute run up the Mitchell River until we could go no
further because of a log jam completely blocking it. We then settled in to a
patient exercise of drifting down the river and/or waiting tied to a tree for a
bear to appear – but it never did. We patiently spent seven hours in the little
open boat enduring periodic rain showers BUT NOTHING HAPPENED. Poor Gary was trying
so hard to find a bear but they wouldn’t cooperate. Fortunately our wet weather
gear stood up to the challenge and we remained dry and warm notwithstanding the
weather.
We
thoroughly enjoyed the experience and learnt a lot about bear behaviour but we
won’t be hurrying back.
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