OK I lied, it wasn't fishies, it was a bear.
So to relate the whole event, I was tucked up in bed, when I heard Ripley go completely nuclear. I thought she was going to go shooting through the door.
Anyway up we both pop, awake from slumber, Plick is a little quicker off the mark and goes to check on the dog, then says "BEAR!" so I take a peek out the upstairs window. Yup it's a bear alrighty, quite a largeish Blackie, he's taking a look and probably in the market for munchies.
Well I'm hearing the dog still barking like a thing that barks a lot, so's the bear. He walks forward a ways then back, then makes a stumbling run back, then stops facing east on two front paws, and one hind paw, the other doing some kind of ankle cross. Well during this I'm grabbing for my rifle thinking of a bear filet, and Plicks trying for the camera (note the priorities). Well thats when he moves forwards and is parallel with our 4 wheeler, he was about the same size too, maybe less broad, but same height and length. I cracked the window to take out the screen, and he bolted.
I blame the ant bait we put down, smells great, but obviously that can be a problem out here. Now it's time to go check on the neighbors place and dog, we haven't seen them in a few days, but they could just be away, or we just haven't seen them.
Well it's not everyone who can say they were woken up by a bear this morning, and at the same time feel good they weren't still living in a wall tent. Speaking of which that needs a check too.