Luke caught two fish using nothing but junk his kids found along the trail, and the rest of us thought, “if it’s a good place for YOU to catch fish, it’s also a good place for other critters to catch fish…”
So no kidding, there we are—we look down and see bear claw scratch marks on the rocks. All along the trail.
Then we come upon bear poo. Fresh. And a half-eaten salmon, complete with gouged-out flesh, well away from the river.
Chris heard a growl and murmur just beneath the rocks under our feet. Thankfully, it was only a boat of rafters on the river below.