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Should probably learn to be more afraid of bears. Only close encounter was having a mama black bear and cubs come into our camp one morning. Back then, we were the hikers ya see toting multiple cameras and such. Only camera close enough to grab had the wrong kinda film, but crept out of tent, stood behind tree and took a bunch of very underexposed photos from 7-8 yards away.
Gotta respect their strength. She made off with a leftover watermelon in her mouth.
Ah sucks, using a recording is cheating, although standard practice amongst the bird nerds that I hang out with. I got good at calling in great gray owls this spring, don’t know about the lowland owls. Great grays are the biggest owls around here. Wonder if it was the same bird following me around. Once nesting was done, they ignored me.
I’ll be darned, I actually came across my first moose the other day, couldn’t figure out what it was at first. Those things are about as scarce as hens teeth around here, I fully expected to see a sasquatch first. I’ve already seen a wild wolf…
Yet no bears. Ain’t complaining.
I know what it means when an owl calls your name. What does it mean when you call the owl’s name?
We did not come across a bear….but, we were tenting and what I believe was a cat (big cat) came by…sounded like a woman screaming, and then it would huff and then the identical scream again…the animal passed by our tent and traveled South, for which we were very happy:)…my hair was standing on end…
I remember my mom telling me a similar story…except she was horeseback on the way back from the sheep camp…and a cougar screamed…she said the hair on the back of her neck stood up…but her horse headed for home…good thing:)
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