Several years ago I fished Road Prong one day, then the next day I was sore and trying to fish roadside some. I stopped in the parking spot above road prong right by the loop tunnel. The WPLP runs to the south side of the road there below the parking spot, I walked back down toward Road Prong and dropped off in a really thick spot. As I put my flyrod behind, threading the laurel going down the bank there was a really noticeable sounds of a rock clicking against another rock. I thought "nothing to it" but I remember noting it. When I popped out of the thicket I had one foot in the water, couldn't see a thing until then, and there were 2 cubs looking at me like "what in the world is this?!" They were 10-12 feet away if that!! Mama made a noise upstream, a grunt if I remember right, and I remember thinking that's what the rocks clicking together were, her hunting. I heard her run toward us, it was only 2 or 3 jumps and she saw me, our eyes met, and she raised both front paws and stamped them in the water and huffed loud! I started trying to back up but I couldn't, my flyrod was still straight up in the bushes and they were so thick and steep. At that same instant the cubs both hauled tail out the river and straight up the other bank away from me, and a split second after mama took off after them! I just stood there for a few seconds catching my breath and thinking how close I came to my last fishing trip!
<(((>< In tribute to Ben, Duck Hunter extraordinaire, and man's best friend.