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Going On a Bear Hunt

Do you know the song/chant Going on a Bear Hunt? I learned it when I was 9. I thought it was great fun. I never expected to act it out in real life.

We’re goin’ on a bear hunt,
We’re going to catch a big one,
I’m not scared
What a beautiful day!

Going on a Bear Hunt was one of our favorite songs in Brownies. There were lots of verses about grass and mushrooms and rivers and lots of hand motions and clapping and foot-stomping that went with it, but I’m going to skip ahead to my own Bear Hunt story.

It was a beautiful day as the 5 of us climbed aboard the little float plane and soared off to a remote Alaskan island. 5 passengers plus a major case of the flu, which I was unwittingly spreading everywhere, on the one hour flight. I don’t look too sick in this photo but my gills were green 3 hours later. Most of the green was due to the flu – some of it was The Bear Hunt.

B,T,D & H

Once the second plane landed, our little group hiked to the top of the hill where we piled into a van and drove back to the path we would follow down to the bear watching platform just above the creek. Before the hike, we were given a safety talk by our guide.

Our guide J

His main points were:

  • This is not a zoo

Polar bear napping in the Anchorage Zoo


Bears have really big paws and claws


This Black Bear was napping on his hammock in the Anchorage Zoo.

  • Although they prefer berries, bears can eat you
  • Bears own this island (5 of them for each 1 of us)
  • Don’t make aggressive movements toward a bear or he will want to eat you
  • We’re entering a very remote area – try to spot bears on both sides of the path

He would look something like this only bigger and smellier and hungrier – and quicker

  • If a bear attacks you, make yourself as small as possible and play dead (doubt that this would take much acting)
  • Don’t climb a tree if a bear starts to chase you – they’re better at it

Bear scratches on a tree on the trail

  • Don’t try to pet a bear, he will eat your hand (you have to tell people this?)
  • As you walk through the forest, be very quiet so you don’t scare the bears away

This last one gave me pause. J concluded his 10 minutes speech about all the ways a bear might confuse us for a snack, by telling us to be very, very quiet so we didn’t scare any potential traveling companions away. We’d only been hiking a short time when the man in the yellow jacket stepped smack into a whole lot of scat. He wore his scat like a treasure.

Soon enough we heard/saw/ smelled a bear to our right. He kept pace with us for a few moments before veering off down to the river.

He’s there – you’ll just have to take my word for it

Heidi’s bear phobic (ursaphobia) due to a series of unfortunate and rather terrifying bear encounters as a child on the Boundary Waters in Ely. She was understandably tense. I wasn’t worried since I’m more completely irrationally arachnophobic having had just regular encounters with spiders when I was little. But just to be empathetic, I tried to imagine the forest teeming with 400 pound spiders and that was plenty creepy.

The scariest part of The Bear Hunt, to me, was our guide, J. If I’m going to take a hike, in the wilderness with a bear stalking me I want to be led by one of two types of people:

  1. a Bear Hunter (who carries a rifle and knows how to use it) or
  2. a Bear Whisperer (who rehabilitates bears and trains people) Instead we had
  3. a New Yorker who got tired of the city life, moved to Alaska, bought a Jimmy Riffle hat, a really big knife and a can of pepper spray.

Note knife and pepper spray

I’m willing to concede that by the time we reached the platform, where we did watch a black bear enjoy a salmon dinner – I had a fever and my flu symptoms were raging.

Shooting into the light with my camera phone – bear is on right of the big rock


Snacking on salmon

Still, it didn’t feel quite right when J said that just last week, a cute bear cub had climbed onto the platform in the middle of a tour. Everybody had a great photo opps until the Momma bear came snarling up. Ironically she reached under the sign explaining the Life Cycle of Salmon and grabbed her offspring. J’s words: I just stood back and watched while people got to get real close to the cub. How cool is that?

J telling the baby bear story right on the spot where it took place


Always respect Mother Nature. Especially when she weighs 400 pounds and is guarding her baby. ~ James Rollins

We’re goin’ on a bear hunt,
We’re going to catch a big one,
I’m not scared
What a beautiful day!
Uh, oh! It’s dark in here.
I feel something,
It has lots of hair!
It has sharp teeth!
It’s a bear!
Run in the house and lock the door.
Phew! That was close!

I’m not afraid!


The man in the yellow jacket got back in the van, still admiring his souvenir scat.

It wasn’t much like the bear hunt I’d imagined when I was 9 but it certainly was an adventure!

***Exit pursued by a bear. ~ William Shakespeare
[STAGE DIRECTIONS in The Winter’s Tale]

14 thoughts on “Going On a Bear Hunt

  1. What an adventure . . .and even more so with the flu! You are something else AND very brave! I have a friend who lives in Alaska, who I worry about when she goes berry picking! She says she’s careful, but I’ve watched too much Animal Planet with Aubrey and pray lots for her! So glad you came out of it okay, with no “too close” encounters. love you , our TSA and roving bear hunting reporter

    • Debbie –
      We’ve gone on several “bear hikes”. We went on another one later in the trip – but our guides have always been native to Alaska – or at least long-timers.
      Anyone who knows anything about bears shouldn’t be excited when a cub clambers up close to tourists. You know what they say about a Mama Bear! (I’ve been known to be one myself on a few occasions!) 😉

  2. So, how much cash did this bear adventure cost you?? You’re braver than I by at least a long rifle shot–maybe you were a bit delirious with fever, too. I’m just relieved and blessed that you survived to tell the tale! love you, sis Caddo

    • Caddo –
      I think it cost plenty – the float plane was pricey.
      Along with the rest of the trip, it didn’t cost me anything by virtue of being the favored cousin.
      Well, it did cost me my dinner, but that would have happened anyway.
      I was just glad it didn’t happen there or it might have been the bears on the hunt! 😀

  3. I love it that people have to be told not to pet the bears. However, i hoisted a husky to my face! Don said later that he (the pup) couldn’t decide whether he was going to bite me or lick me. He could have been right, but i think he thought i was his mama. According to “J” … i’m still not sure whether i would have been bitten or kissed.

    At LEAST a big rifle … and John Wayne. On our tour of Skagway, the young lady who drove the bus around the area was from FLORIDA! Right? It’s just the way it goes up there. People simply don’t live there year-round. They can’t make money, and/or, they prefer something besides month after month of snarky weather.

    I’m glad you have all your limbs 🙂

    • Hey Mel!
      We’ve had a lot of non-local tour guides – but not when we’re back in the wilderness where things might think we look snack worthy. 😉
      I’m pretty sure the Huskie pup sensed you were one to lick, not bite!
      Many residents leave in October after they collect their Permanent Fund Dividend – and then return the next spring. 😉

      • Just saying “hi” my brave (hopefully 100% recovered from flu) friend.

        You know, i knew there was a reason they asked PASSENGERS when boarding the ship whether they had a contagious illness before we boarded. Too bad they didn’t ask the crew.

        And thanks for the reminder that MY husky pup would have kissed me! I’m finding it necessary to get some new love and new life in my life: A Dog, specifically. This has been a year of too much loss for my heart. Don and I are talking dogs, specifically and pragmatically. I have been doing research on various breeds to make sure he/she will fit in with the Moretti/Melissa household. I think he’s “moving” on this. A shelter dog would be awesome, but i could see raising a puppy. I’m sure there are litters of puppies somewhere who need homes.

        OK, but i’m NOT going to adopt a bear as cute as they are. XO Mel

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