Road Tale #2 AKA the day I got my Indian name. As I came around a bend of this gravel road I saw a large black spot in the distance. I didn't realize what it was until I stopped beside it, about 12 feet away. It was a small bear. I thought that maybe somebody had hit it with their vehicle as it was not moving. I took out my phone to snap a picture of it. No sooner had I focused the frame, the little bear jumped up and started booking double time towards me. You can't tell in the picture, but it had huge, curved, flesh slicing claws. It was within inches of my open window in a split second. I dropped the phone, hammered on the gas pedal and peeled out of there showering it in a hail of gravel. I guess it was just stopping for a pee on the road (notice the little wet spot behind it). I saw 8 other bears that day! It was in the spring, so I'm guessing that's bear season. When I excitedly told my story to the First Nations guy at my destination he laughed and told me I now have my Indian name. Shawn Nine Bears. I'm just glad I didn't get a flat as I would have been totally sketched out changing a tire.
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