Returning to the dense woodland I soon caught up with the others who had located the owls. The female approved to be a lot more activate so I concentrated my efforts on trying to photograph the female in flight. Before I could get into position Gerry shouted “BEAR”, I have never moved so fast ! Luckily it was way off in the fields, but I was the other side. Running like a mad man I sprinted across the boggy field, boots steadily filling with water, towards the bears last known location. Then I saw a black speck making it’s way across the distant lake. Looking through the lens I followed and photographed what could have been anything. It was only when the bear had reached the edge of the lake that I saw it’s form. Shaking it’s black shaggy coat free of water it disappeared into the woods. I was starstruck…my first ever wild bear sighting. Although it was only for a brief few seconds it was, and still is, one of the best memories of wildlife I had ever encountered !