Standing at the edge of the frozen reservoir, in the cold water on a beaver dam, hearing nothing but the wind for half an hour enjoying the solitude. Suddenly something crashed through the ice 10 feet behind me. Feeling like a seal on an ice flow, I whirled around, almost pulling my set-up into the pond below. 15 seconds later, Mr. Beaver tried to scare me again, 20 feet away. A big brute later watched me from a distance below the dam. I wonder what it's like in Alaska with 1000 lb bears running around?
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