It was the end of salmon run. Even though the bears started to spend more time munching on the meadow, they hadn't given up fishing in the river. I'd watched her trying many times that afternoon to catch a fish. Even with her determination and perseverance, there was simply no luck. It was the end of the day and the last time I saw her fishing that day. She suddenly jumped into the river, pouncing. Still.... no catch. I couldn't help but wonder whether that was how she showed her frustrations.