On the trail into a hard to find fishing lake, this fresh droppings marked a welcome from a big and healthy black bear. This one the size of a normal horse dropping.
My fishing partner saw another smaller bear as we drove through a logging site. Lots of tracks of Elk and Deer.
The first thing I saw was two Loons in the middle of the lake. They called a few times, once when a large hawk was flying over at low height.
The last time I heard a Loon call was over 25 years ago. What a sound, what a sight. Almost a secret lake.
Images for Loons, the picture I took was not clear.
A day fishing is an extra day in ones life, they do not count in your total days on this lovely earth. I will be back.