Bears have a reputation for being fearsome brutes who will attack without provocation and eat everything in your cooler. While Sally says the latter part of that is true (though she can’t speak for Grizzly Bears whose temper she just can’t relate to), her preference should you meet on a trail, would be to roll over for a belly rub rather than having to maul you into a blubbery mess. Why thank you Sally.
Despite what you might have heard about mountain goats and sure footing, Sherman here maintains he’s one of the clumsiest ungulates you’re ever likely to come across in the great Canadian Rockies. I suspect that explains the bent horn…
Anne and Don were damn near impossible to keep still all head bobbing and strut-strutting about like grouse are want to do, but in the end it was all good.
Cori had to keep her eye on the ever shifting and moving Cate but Carl sat looking at me transfixed for the entire time.
Duncan was a little cheeky during his sitting, feeling pretty good about his velvety antlers.
I’ve decided to become a portrait artist for the wild beasts of the Canadian Rockies. May I present to you, Gary.
The Art of Dad 