Around midnight, I heard a bear rolling around in the pond, splashing up a storm and making what sounded like satisfied bear grunts.

It was too dark to see him (much less take a picture), though I had what I’d call an instructive moment; about a minute after the bear bath started, I noticed my wife had left her car dome light on. Though it was parked around the corner of the house from the bear’s current location, I suddenly realized I was fine with the idea of the dome light remaining on all night, especially if the alternative was for me to wander into the bear-equipped dark to turn it off.

Then early this morning Wally chased a fox off the property, though because he’s old and a little gimpy, he didn’t actually seem to mean it — an elaborate bit of animal-based performance art instead of a meaningful attempt to kill anything.

Clearly, certain rhythms must be obeyed.

Still, it must have tired him; this afternoon he slept through an hourlong visit by three small deer.

Little deer

Lawn mowers...

It’s almost as if we’re channeling Marlin Perkins over here, and spring is just getting underway.

The Busy Stuff

I spent yesterday touring Hat Creek and the Rising River for CalTrout (some Hat Creek restoration posts coming soon to CalTrout, but I’ll point you in the right direction).

This weekend I’m heading somewhere small, dark and fishy, and all that remains is to decide where.

Still, work is demanding enough that I had to pass on a chance to fish the McCloud with CalTrout Executive Director Jeff Thompson, who is a hell of a stick.

Sure, he nymphs, and I’ve pointed out that he’s probably going to hell for that, but it’s nice to have a real fisherman running what amounts to a fisherman’s conservation organization.

See you on the river (maybe even tonight), Tom Chandler.