BLACKBERRIES ARE PRETTY PRICKERY! WHEN THE PRICKERS POKED RIGHT THROUGH A PAIR OF HEAVY DENIM JEANS, LEAVING SCRATCHES AND STARTING CELLUTITOUS INFECTIONS—IT WAS TIME FOR ME TO QUIT PICKING BLACKBERRIES…OR AT LEAST NOT WALK INTO THE MIDDLE OF THEM!
Mary and I were driving into camp last summer and were approaching a little creek. As we rounded a bend in the road, this bear burst out of the blackberry bushes. It ran across the road in front of us and stopped in the blackberries about 30 feet away. I stopped the truck. It stared at us and we stared back. It appeared to be a young bear. It stayed there for a good 3 or 4 minutes while we took pictures. This bear was covered in burrs. unfortunately, that comes with this territory. Wild black bears usually run, but this one didn’t. Maybe, being a young bear it was curious. We’ve seen that before, “Curious Young Bear.” We also suspected that it might be a sow and she had a cub that was still below the road. Perhaps, she wasn’t leaving her baby.
Maybe, it was hoping we might stay and pick all those…
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