It was the usual, the norm, he’d grab the Farmers Almanac or the Readers Digest, head for the outhouse and be gone sometimes up to an hour. Two summers ago we installed a window for him to look out at the lake while he was taking care of business, and with a magazine, he was truly in his happy place.
His wife thought to add the window, so for her privacy she added a set of curtains and many times he would come back to the cabin announcing his sightings, geese flew low over the water, a otter swam past the dock, seagulls, a very common mention, butterflies and so on, but this past week he had one to top them all.
And as odd a behavior as that is to me, we all new something was up when he was only gone a short while, man did he come a huffing and a puffing back into the cabin with his report.
Hearing something, he set his local newspaper down, and in the window pane, only inches from his face was a black bear face, he said he was truly glad that where he was sitting when the nose, ears and eyes appeared that his bowel movement was suddenly quite expeditious.
- The Trout Whisperer
