We were at the end of the island, my Dad, my sister and me were in a small group, waiting for the bear to go by, and my mom was still fishing, oblivious of to what is coming around the corner.
My dad yells, "Lisa, Bear!"
My Mom brushes it off, not believing what he's saying.
"Lisa!! Bear!!" He says, yet again.
She casts into the river.
"Lisa there is a Bear coming your way down the shore! Get out of there!!" He finally screams.
She looks up, and sees the head of a bear around the rock she was standing by.
"Oh, my GOD!"  She screams and takes off up to our truck, about 50 feet away.

And were stuck, in the middle of the Chilcoot river, a 9 year old, a 12 year old, and a Father with a knife and a can of bear spray, looking a 7 foot bear right in the eyes.
10 feet away from us, a bear stood on its hind legs, blowing snot and waving her head in challenge.
My dad has the safety off the spray, and his hand on the knife, ready to do what he can to save his little girls.
He mumbles to us, "Do. Not. Run."
We stay still, but fighting the urge to move.
The bear walks forward about two feet, and stops.
The locals are trying to help us, yelling "Hey bear!" as loud as they can. But theres nothing else that they could do.
And a tour bus filled with tourists from China, are taking pictures of us. Not Cool.


And right then, the bear slightly annoyed and probably thinking that we werent worth it, turned around, and walked back to the forest.
No dinner, no fish, no anything.
The bear, her name was Clueless, had just left, leaving a family scared and all my dad could say was,
"Do you want to go fishing tomorrow?"
And he gave me a wicked grin.