The Bear

Bear in the Woods

Note: This story contains a scene of an animal attacking a human and being killed in the process. It is fiction, but please do not read it if you love animals.

In the morning, Hawk in the Sky and Red Wing worked around the village. Outside of their lodge he worked on repairing his weapons and began making a new shield. The hardest part of shield making was getting it tight enough. He made several new arrows, and replaced the badly worn string on his bow. He used a piece of sinew and worked it until the tension was just right.

Red Wing worked with some other women stripping deer hides, in order to make clothing. They had to be scraped, dried, and softened in order to make the comfortable and durable clothing the people were used to.

In the late afternoon the peace of the village was by destroyed by screams coming from the river. Everyone jumped and moved in that direction at the same time. Hawk in the Sky’s lodge was one of the closest to the river, and he found himself grabbing his bow and quiver full of arrows, as he took off in the direction of the horrible sounds. There was roaring, along with the screams, and he did not like the sound of either.

As he ran, his quiver found its way to his back, and the first arrow (a brand new one) made its way to his bow, within seconds he was there. There was no time for thinking. A grizzly bear was chasing a group of young people on the other side of the river, and then knocked down the closest one with his huge claw. Just as the menacing animal was about to bite the young girl, the arrow from Hawk in the Sky found its place, squarely in the middle of the right side of the huge bear’s neck.

A roar of pain shot through the sky, which could be heard for miles. Two more arrows found their place in the animal’s neck, including one at the base of the skull. Roaring and screaming, the great animal stood on two legs in defiance, and immediately two more arrows from the bow of Hawk in Sky found their place, this time in the center of the great animal’s chest.

The huge bear fell backward, and lost his battle. The girl that was injured now had the courage to run across the river to the waiting arms of the people. He now saw that it was twelve year old Song Bird. There was blood coming from her upper back. Hawk in the Sky made his way across the river to make sure the animal was dead. Usually he had peace when he killed an animal, this time he was just angry.

He knew there would be no counsel meeting tonight. He had wanted to talk to the elders, but Standing on the Mountain would be helping the family of Song Bird, providing medicines and prayer.

 Omate Hawk Eagle

Writing © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

7 thoughts on “The Bear

  1. OH wow I love this! Quick share:
    my Pa was a hunter. He raised me that way, so I’m used to all this kind of stuff but I don’t myself hunt. When he was in his early 70 he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and started to literally lose his memory so I memorized all his hunting stories. As time went on he forgot them so I would tell them to him and each time I finished he would comment…oh that man is a great hunter. I’d say Pa that man is you. Oh really he’d say tell me again. I have this hunting magazine that I love and from it I got several stories that I read to him and he loved them. One was about bear hunting. He listened intently then fell asleep so I left and when I got back his nurse said, Michelle you won’t believe but I went in to check on your Pa and he spoke which was unusual and she said I asked asked him how he was and he spoke and said I’m tired I’ve been bear hunting all day.
    Isn’t that the coolest thing? What that shows is that the mind can actually hear a story and make the body feel as though it has actually done what it dreamed. I knew my Pa was at his hunting cabin in his mind. So I told him hunting stories. He would have loved this one just as much as I do. He would like this one read over and over. Awesome writing and storytelling! 😀

    1. MichelleMarie, I cannot thank you enough! There are two things that I want to thank you for.

      First, thank you for sharing this beautiful story about your father. What a blessing to hear this. He sounds like he was an amazing man! Your openess blesses people in amazing and incredible ways. I am truly, truly thankful. I love to hear these types of stories. You’re right the mind is amazing even as we get older.

      Secondly thank you for your wonderful comments! I cannot thank you enough and I am honored. It does get lonely out on the web sometimes. When someone leaves comments like these it gives a writer a big BOOST, and helps them to keep going.

      Thanks again, God bless.

  2. Love….love ….love…love your story. It’s so realistic, and it’s about Natives 🙂 I hope the girl will be ok and will be running in no time. It would be sad, if she dies from infection or something else.
    Bear are one of my fears this year. A true story follows up.
    I went camping with my folks this summer (I didn’t do it for over a decade, so it was nice to do it again) for three days. The first day was about unpacking, fire making, stick gathering, and tent building. I wanted to swim, but we didn’t have much time…. the preparation for the night was intense. When we finally settled around the fire, the night fell in. Nice warm fire, the air was chilly a little bit, and family talking. Good memories. When we were ready to go to sleep from the fire camp, all relaxed and tired, one of the neighboring dogs (I guess it was german shepherd puppy, huge muscle body wrapped into pounds of fur) … it ran to our campsite, and because it was dark, the dog appeared from nowhere and jumped around, it wanted to play, but I wasn’t for the mood. When the dog was brought to its owners, we finally settled in… but some neighboring campers decided to sing trades and talk so loud that everyone heard them through the tent. And in the middle of the night when everything went quiet, the bathroom reemerged in the mind. Time to get some food out.
    When I with few females reached the bathroom, the poster of the bear territory caught my eyes. Some people went missing. And I was scared… what if the bear visited us at night.
    The first night passed. I was relieved.
    The second day was fun: fire, marshmallows, swimming, more relatives drove to the campsite, bbq, fun, and games.
    But when the night came, I was tensed.
    The bear still might visit the woods.
    We hid the food in the car, and tackled up for the night.
    Some neighbors were still talking loud.
    I went to sleep, refusing to be frustrated about the forest and man-made noises.
    The noises subsided. I was relaxed and was ready to fell in a deep sleep mode, when I wanted to check on my sister who slept in the same tent for the last time before dozing off.
    I closed my eyes, happy to drift to the dreamland, when a sudden wind rushed in.
    It was odd.
    The tent was zipped up, and there shouldn’t’ be any air flow.
    I squinted my eyes, just enough to see the main cover flap over the tent to be flapping outside revealing a gap through which chilly air flew in.
    I shut my eyes. They hurt from the darkness. I was still trying to wake up.
    When I opened my eyes next time, I saw a tent top leaned to the side.
    I thought maybe it was my imagination.
    But it leaned more. I saw the ceiling fell slowly inward on us.
    I sat up and tried to fix the tent, thinking the wind probably broke the tent screw. I didn’t want for tent to break because it was rented.
    So I pushed up.
    But I never expected to feel some weight, when I pushed up.
    It startled me alot.
    A bear, a thought crossed my mind.
    I tried to listen, straining my vision to see a dark silhouettes or anything to identify the intruder.
    No sounds came. I heard the silence. No laughter. No chatter. Nothing.
    The tent leaned even more.
    I pushed up. Then I waited for some time, hoping the “bear” would go away.
    “It” gave one more push from the top.
    I tried to hold and push it back.
    I knew “it” didn’t go away.
    I gathered the pieces of my courage, dangling inside of me, and called “Mom”.
    No answer came from the camp next to mine. It was silent.
    “Bear” pushed again. I called again.”Mom.”
    I called seven times. Now my sister woke up and shout with me. “Mom.”
    My Dad woke up first, and woke my Mom up.
    The “bear” gave one more push and let go.
    I waited for some time, to shaken to go to sleep.
    Apparently, when we walked out with my parents to inspect the ground, the intruder was gone.
    Some neighbors came to aid. They said it was their drunken lady.
    It left me with the story of “drunken bear”.
    I hope you have enjoyed it.
    I still believe there might be a bear possibility.
    Not sure it was a drunken lady…no sounds, no silhouettes,.. just a weight upon my hands.

    1. Wow Vik! Thanks for this wonderful story! You’re right it could have been a bear! It was a close encounter for sure!

      I love writing about Native Americans/First Nations people. I have it on good authority that Song Bird will be ok — especially if her mother has anything to do with it!

      As always thank you for your wonderful comments. You encourage me!

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