"I do not see a bear," said a man with an Irish accent. He and his friends stared and pointed at something in the large plain, north of Lake Jackson, while I scanned the line of trees east of the magnificent set of Teton Mountains with its binoculars. Hundreds of people stand with me and my wife on the veranda's veranda at Jackson Lake Lodge in Wyoming. The great plain that was before us was the size of the county in my home state of South Carolina. It had grass and bushes up to six feet tall, several trees and several streams.
Bison, Los, Reindeer, Los and other wildlife of Grand Teton National Park, including both types of bears (Black and Grizzly) can be seen on the plain. The best time to see them was in the twilight and the dark, with the exception that bull bulls were in daylight, jogging for female loses in order to reach them to bind them and impregnate them. My wife and I ate an early breakfast so we could stand there in the cool, fresh air of the morning dusk. We saw the poor, some otters and eagles. He was a big hunter about half a mile in front of us, Iodine. But, we wanted to see bears, and sometimes a wolf or a mountain lion.
"I tell you, the bear is there!" the Irish friend of the first Irish stressed. I looked left. There were a dozen people from me. I saw that man who was in front of me about 300 meters. I thought it was crazy! Something big like a bear can not be so close to hundreds of people, and it's not clear and visible to everyone.
Unfortunately, my wife, I left my horse on the edge to get to know the Irish. I introduced myself, told people that I heard their discussion and I was willing to become a believer. The men were patriarchs of two great Irish families, and they willingly accepted me and my brigands to solve this bear question which only one of them could see. That one man lined me to put his eyes with a binoculars to a piece of gray with a little reddish-brown blend, placed between the grass and the bushes. After two full minutes, I clearly told him, "I do not see the bear."
"Good," said the Irish friend. All Irish families mocked and laughed. This poor man, about my father's age, needed somebody to support him. Clearly, it was my job, and I failed him. He stood next to me with his head down. "Well," I said, "just because I do not see a bear, that does not mean that the bear is not there.
Irk looked straight at me and said, "I saw him move." The truth was in the eyes of this man. At that moment I joined his quest to prove to his family and to all of them that he really saw the bear. It took me forty minutes to do it. My wife was skeptical and upset about his family, but I talked about the porch in order to gain a better viewing angle. Finally, the grizzly bear raised his head! The Irish people and their families saw it! My wife saw this, like sixty other people. The bear was lying in ambush in order to get a chance to joke! We all go great photos. I got a glimpse that I will never forget, from a grateful and proud Irishman.