Steve was in Ghost Bay by 6:30 in the morning and heard quite a commotion in the woods. From all the racket, he prepared to finally get a glimpse of a bear or an elk at the Long Lake watering hole. And. And…

No bear. No elk. Three raccoons. Possibly a parent and two almost-grown kits. Two of the raccoons were crashing through the woods, tumbling and nipping at each other. The third, possibly the parent, wore the raccoon equivalent of a long-suffering look. They worked the shoreline, presumably looking for tasty nibbles. Worms, crayfish, clams. Yum.