Nothing fires the synapses quite like the sight of those platter sized tracks in the sand.
Especially when it's just you, and the bear, going in the same direction.
This bear was on a mission.
I was too, along this North Slope river.
There were char to be caught, grayling too.
So, I had to follow.
Not to worry, I was armed with an eight weight.
Say hello to my little friend.