I took a scenic drive up though Teton en route to Yellowstone. I
stopped near Taggart Lake and ran into this juvenille Griz. I was
walking up a meadow and he came crashing out of the brush at the
opposite end. We were both suprised, he began nonchalantly browsing and
pretending I wasn't there. I backed off and let him have a bit more
space. Then I took a few pictures.
That there. A quick look over his shoulder right at me. It was all the
information I needed. "I know you are there." He was saying. "And you