A case of being in the wrong place at the right time,I think. Several years ago I was fishing just east of the park when I noticed a bunch of crows raising hell downstream. Fishing was slow so I wandered down for a look.I could see they were fussing over something in the river,but I couldn't make it out. I started into the willows heading down there for a better look and got a baaaad feeling so I turned back. A bit upstream I came across a group of young girls resting their horses."Hey mister,be careful we saw a bear go down there a few hours ago"...
