Personal Narrative On Elk
I was eight when a bear scared me off my father's elk I was dressing in the cool mountains. This is how I learned that when you are eight it can be very hard to scare a bear off when you have something it wants. My dad shot the elk at dusk and as the light began to dwindle he thought it was best to finish hauling everything out the next morning. The next morning my whole family went up to help pack out the elk. Late in the morning I saw a black bear, but we paid no heed to it as it was more scared of the four of us than we were of it. My sister and father left to the truck with a load of meat, leaving my mom and me alone to dress the elk. The bear decided to come back around and would not be deterred as easily so I took it upon myself to