Uncle Henry´s Universe.

Uncle Henry´s Universe.

About the blog

I have no heavy training... Barely Elementary School. Preferred the wilderness, it became my university, but I got muddy boots and experience instead of School knowledge so my English was therefore quite inadequate. This blog is a project to improve my skills in English language.

We all have our own universe, welcome to visit mine.

The bear does not sleep anymore

BearPosted by Uncle Henry Tue, April 14, 2015 21:10:14
Today Tiburtius day, according to ancient folklore, the day when the bear leaves the den. I have not seen any tracks yet but they tend to be awake this time of year. Soon, you can see the impressive tracks on patches of snow and along muddy roads.

First time after they woke up, they stay around the bear den. The body needs to get in shape after the long sleep. The plug ... need to be removed and bowel function get started. Tree Bark can serve as food for some time, but as soon as they start wandering ants stands for maximum protein intake and other goodies that they find, like rotten moose carcass. Yummy!

It is exciting to study the area surrounding a used Bear's Den, after the bear left it, of course. (okay, more exciting if the bear is still in the area but it could then become unhealthy excitement ...)

At a Bear training camp I found the bear had; Climbed into seven trees, sometimes up to 6 meters in height. Knocked over and demolished seven rotten tree trunks. He had slaughtered six small spruces, fifteen birch saplings and three smaller pines. He had also clawed, bitten and lopped twenty pines, two birches and three firs. Spruce twigs were then braided into thick and warm beds.

Seven meters pine bark had been used to fill a hungry bear's stomach. Eleven droppings confirmed that fiber is good for the stomach. And some toothpicks were not needed ...

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Whistling bear!

BearPosted by Uncle Henry Thu, April 11, 2013 22:37:42

It is dusk and a bear is heading straight towards me. The wind is weak and in my direction so I stand completely still and enjoy being invisible. It's awesome! When I think that the distance is close enough, I move the camera from side to side a few times whereupon the bear stops immediately.

Since it is not aware my scent it becomes insecure, what am I, friend or foe? It sweeps back and forth with its nose but got no answer. The bear blowing the air out through its nose with immense strength, as if trying to clear it and a loud whistle arise. This is repeated a few times. I have often heard about the bear whistling sound, but it's the first time I experienced it.

It get for me to pretend to be another larger bear so I imitates with all the power I can muster its whistling by pressing the air stream between the teeth, and I succeed! It gets really frightened, throwing aside and rushes then up a slope where it stops for a moment and look at me. What an experience! It really strengthened my male ego :-)

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Bear Meeting in early April.

BearPosted by Uncle Henry Fri, April 05, 2013 19:47:52

Some dances with wolves while others run with bears ... I know it sounds crazy, but sometimes you don't have time to think. It was the first time I saw a wild unmarked bear, it was dusk and it suddenly ran in front of the car along a forest road. I panic braked, grabbed the camera, rushed out of the car and ran after the bear into the woods.

It was magical. I ran like a madman and found to my delight that I actually approached. It was then that the bear stopped and looked at me. I don't know if it was my imagination or if the evening light played tricks on me, but I got a very clear message.

- Read my lips: what the hell are you doing? Have you really thought this through? And I must admit that I had not ... The bear went on the crust of snow while I sank to the groin… my chances to run away from him if he would like to take a taste of me, would be non-existent so I wished him a really nice blueberry season and returned to the car, happy to be a bewildering experience richer.

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