Mother Brown Bear, Lake Clark National Park

Brown bear sow, clams
Mama bear goes clamming.

My last two mornings at Silver Salmon Creek Lodge we had very low tides.  That brought the bears from the sedge grass meadows to the tidelands.  I was amazed to learn how well the bears find the clams.  They quickly smell them through little holes or vents in the sand that go from the clams up to the surface.  It’s also amazing how easily they use their big claws to pry open the shells.  They are very efficient at it.  Not a lot of meat from each clam, but I guess it adds up and is a welcome change from their mostly grass diets.

Ever-Protective Mother Bears, Lake Clark National Park

In the last post I showed a mother brown bear who I said looked concerned.  I had reason to think she looked concerned because of what I saw outside the frame of the image.  She and her cub were being followed by a boar.  Here’s a photo of her cub.  It doesn’t look the least concerned.  In fact, it looks happy or at least content.

Photo of brown bear cub.
Not a Care in the World

Mom is getting increasingly concerned though. The male bear has gained some ground on them thanks to the cub’s dawdling.  She’s starting to foam at the mouth which bears do when they get agitated.

Photo of sow brown bear.
Getting More Concerned

The cub sees that mom is looking a bit agitated so it looks around to see what’s going on.  It doesn’t like what it sees.

Photo of brown bear cub.
“Uh Oh; Mom!”

At this point mom decided a stroll along the beach wasn’t a good idea and she and her cub picked up the pace and headed inland.  Fortunately, the boar didn’t follow them.

Photo of big male brown bear.
“Don’t Mess with Me!”

This guy wasn’t the biggest boar I saw at Silver Salmon Creek, but he’s still pretty muscular.  I wouldn’t want him following me.  In human terms I’d guess him to be about a 16 to 18 year teenager.  He still has that kind of “dog-like” head.  It will get much wider.  Also, note how short his coat is compared to mom and her cub.  These photos were taken the last week in July.  By then the males have lost most or all of their winter coats.