It had rained the night before, so the morning dawned cold and foggy. I had decided to drive to the bison carcass, knowing I would at least see grizzlies and maybe even some wolves. When I got to the carcass about a dozen bears circled around it, some feeding, some nervously waiting, and wolves waited nearby. Slowly the fog rolled in shrouding the carcass. The best light of the day was rising and I impatiently watched as the bears and wolves disappeared, so I decided to drive down the road where I had seen a big bear two days before. I didn’t get far. I turned a corner and several cars had stopped. I could see a dark shape emerging from the foggy hilltop. A small female grizzly, my guess; two to three years old, searched the hillside for grubs.
She would paw at the ground, sniff around and paw at the ground some more.
I had guessed right. The large grizzlies dominated the carcass while the smaller grizzlies gravitated outward seeking other sources of food, bringing this one close to the roadside.
I suppose I should tear myself away from the wildlife and check out the sights like Old Faithful, but then again, I already know I’m not a good tourist, so, why should I?
Because maybe this was my best opportunity to get a close-up of a grizzly, in which case, damn the fog!