35 years ago give or take, me and a partner were up in the 30 mile area of the Methow, just a stones throw from the border, we had sat down close to the headwaters of the Chewuch river(where we were it was just a creek) to eat some lunch, we had eaten lunch and were sitting about 30 yards apart watching a hillside. We both fell asleep and woke up about an hour and a half later, we grouped up and started to walk out, on our way out we came across "bear" tracks that were bigger than a paper plate and they were in the tracks that we made on our way in
, the guy I was with was born and raised in Montana and immediately claimed "that aint no black bear and they're fresher than a s@#t pile on a 90 degree day!" We hightailed it out of there looking over our shoulders the whole way out, we were walking through brush that was just about 5-6 feet tall, very nerve-racking
. Talked to the Game guy we knew at the time he said "oh ya, they bounce back and forth all the time up there, at least ya didn't step on him while he was taking a nap while you were getting out of Dodge"
