Our house in built into the side of a mountain, so a quarter of the back is underground. This means our first floor bedroom has a window about the size of a porthole. About a week ago I woke up to close the little blind on the little widow an there was a big ‘ol wild turkey staring back at me at 5:30am. We were about a foot away from each other with the glass in-between and given the ground level this put us eye to eye. This caused enough shock for me to give a little hoot and wake Babe up with something to the affect of, “Oh SHIT! There’s a turkey looking at me!”
So fast forward one week to today … I hear Babe downstairs yell BEAR! This has become my new favorite word. This prompts immediate action … grab the cameras and lock the doors as fast as fucking possible and then act like our cats … run from window to window trying to get a better view.
Today however, by the time I got down stairs the bear was out of site, didn’t know if he went back into the woods or behind the house. The view for behind the house is only the little porthole … I RAN TO IT … I don’t know, in hopes of seeing the bears ass walking up the mountain. I pull back the curtain and HOLY SHIT the bear was right there looking at me just like the turkey. This caused immediate shock on my end which resulted in a sound coming from my mouth which can only be described as part Hoot part Scream part heart about to explode.
After immediate shock – PICTURE! Babe then ran in with the video camera, here’s the video
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