I have an e-mail here from Jim and here's with Jim Wright.

It was not quite daylight on an early summer morning in the mouth of the Chocohala.

I'm never going to pronounce this right.

It's Cocohala and Frazier Rivers in Hope, British Columbia.

The trippy cherry was taking on water because the Frazier was high and the salmon were running.

The river had quite a few dying salmon that were spawning.

I was there to take pictures of the wildlife so I pulled out my small director's chair

and sat quietly at the mouth.

You have a director's chair?

I want a director's chair.

How do you get one of those?

Across the river was a game trail where I have seen mule deer, white tail, coyotes, and even

the odd bobcat in the past, and I was sure I'd have luck that day.

The sun was just beginning to creep over Mount Ogilvy, Ogilvy, when two coyotes 75 yards

away from me began yipping.

It's not unusual to hear coyotes up there, but they sounded frantic, like dogs when a stranger

is coming to your yard.

Curious I looked over in the direction where they were yipping.

Squatting down in the long grass at the water's edge and other 50 yards beyond them was a huge

figure.

At first I thought it was a bear.

Then it turned its attention on me and it stood up on two legs.

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