Ray Rogers Handcrafted Knives




Summer of 2004




This is a big cinnamon colored male. At first I thought he might be a grizzly...





This young female just got into my trash can. When I opened the front door she ran over by the wood pile. The camera's flash caused her eyes to light up in this picture......




A young one, maybe only 3 or 4 years old but healthy and very solidly built. It walked right up to me without knowing I was standing there. If the wind is away from them so they can't smell you, and if you stand fairly still, they seem to think your're part of the scenery....




Same bear at the rear of my shop.....




Checking out the rear of my cabin and camp fire area.....




My campfire area seems popular this year, this time the black female drops in.....




This young lady hung around for hours after I thwarted her attempts to get into my trash can. Here, she was slapping the ground with her forepaws and making chuffing noises in an attempt to scare me away. Didn't work....




Here she is again on a different day, this time in front of my place next to my log splitter. She didn't seem to notice me at all this time...




She's leaving, walking past a pile of logs I haven't split yet, but had to take a run at the squirrels that live in the wood pile first...




The big male is back. These pictures do not do him justice at all - this guy is gorgeous and HUGE! I gotta get a telephoto lens!




The little cinnamon bear is back and checking out my anvil...




I've seen wet poodles bigger than this guy...




Chasing squirrels on my wood pile. The squirrels usually tell me when the bears are near...




Up close and personal with the black female.....




The big male and the black female. It's good to be the King....




This fellow decided to come over and check out my trash can. He couldn't see me standing next to the trash can....




These two nearly grown cubs walked right past me, while I sat outside writing some notes. Just a few minutes earlier, a hawk had swooped down to get one of the chipmonks that were hanging around under my feet. There's always something going on around here....




They really do like my wood pile for some reason. I was photographing some chipmonks and looked up to see this guy walking past me....




I left some bread crumbs on that stump for the birds this morning and, although the bread is long gone, she can still smell the crumbs....




Late October and getting close to hibernating, she's back for some apple pieces I left on the stump....




Never pass up the opportunity for a good scratch....








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