Fishing Bridge - hand written, not dated

Fishing bridge is located near the heart of Yellowstone Park.  The past summer some friends and I spent a few days fishing there.

It is a beautiful drive as you go through the park entrance, south along the loop.

Bears are sitting beside the road begging for food.  You see deer and eld feeding in the meanows as thou they are unaware of the human element about them.  Trees reach awe inspring heights as they majestically stand like sentinels along the road.  You pass Old Faithful and then Fishing Bridge.

You are aware at a moment, of the reason call it Fishing Bridge.    It is perhaps a block long, with men, women and children lined up as thick as flys fishing over the rail.  Fishing equipment ranged from bamboo poles to expensive fly rods and casting rods.  We assembled our fishing poles and shouldered our way in among the others.

You could see the fish swimming 3 to 4 feet below and now and then you would see a splash as a fish took the bait.

It was not long until I felt a slight tugging on the line.  I began to feel in keeping the line tight to prevent the fish's escape.  It put up quite a struggle as I reeled it up!  Up and over the rail to become my first catch of the season.

As the sun sank from the sky we hurried to the (unreadable) to the rivers edge to clean our fish for dinner.  This was well under way when someone from the bridge yelled lool out for your fish.  We turn to see a bear descending upon us.  We looked at the bear, looked at our fish, each other, grabbed our fish and sped up the bank with the bear close at our heels.  This was not the biggest bear in the world, but it looked pretty bit to us.