There is just no words to explain the feelings that rush through you when you first encounter an animal you have only dreamed about. My first glimpse a Spirit bear was a retreating form way up stream at 9:07am. We had arrived not that long before and even though there was no photo opportunity my spirits soared. If I had already seen one and just got there. I was in for a treat! The Wait. Well for the next 3 hours we photographed a few black bears as the rain just got heavier as time went on , then 3 hours later, “The Boss†, as this bear was named, showed up walking behind much brush along the creek bed for about 3 minutes and disappeared again. I didn’t even manage one clear shot of his face, I realized my high hopes of the day were sinking as the rain continued to fall. Two and a half hours later “The Boss†appeared and stayed out for a time wandering around the creek bed. He would come and go. We followed him down stream a bit and watched as he fished a side channel that was not there when we arrived. I even videoed for a short time. The creek was rising and we would wait another 2 ½ hours for him to return. He did not. Twelve hours after arriving , our rain gear severely tested ( much had failed), we hiked out. Me hoping I had captured something I could use in the very low light, wet conditions. What do you think?