I got out today, Saturday was just too dang cold. I checked on a bird I saw a month or so ago, took both dogs and a little sleet and snow didn't bother us. Got one point in a treelap, managed to spot the little cottontailed feller and called the dogs off. I told Bawd, "Leave him alone Bawd, we don't do fur." We covered some good recently logged cover with nary a sniff, and on the way out we covered the hot dry oak side where I wouldn't expect to see a bird. Both dogs went down deep in a drain and pointed, and it took me 5 or 6 minutes to climb down to them. They were in a double drain, two gullies side by side with a 20 foot hump of dirt between them. I got up on the hump and released the dogs, and they ran around and Scout pointed again, and Bawd ran up and stood beside me. That's not like her, so I said, "Git in there and bring it out." She jumped over the hill about 10 feet and ran under a downed tree with a lot of brush on it. I heard leaves swishing and brush cracking so I got the gun up, but then I heard a rock rolling down the hill. Grouse don't push rocks around. But big fat black bears do, and that's what came out of the tree top, down the bank and back up the other side with Bawd right behind it. "Please no Bawd!" I said. "We don't do fur!" Bawd left it alone, and we watched it run up the hill to a log road and it disappeared around the bend. It was a big, beautiful animal, all black deep glistening fur and waves of fat rolling up and down its back and flanks. It was just loping along, so it may have been a bit sleepy after being awakened from its winter sleep. I wasn't afraid of the bear, had to follow its path to get back to the truck. I hope it goes back to its den and gets settled again. Dunn saw a bear in that same hollow 2 years ago, so I am wondering if it isn't a female that has set up house and isn't moving around. I'm just glad little Scout didn't tackle it and kill it. I don't need a bear poaching rap hanging over my head.