Bear Paw Meanderings

I was never much of a hunter. I guess I loved watching wildlife too much and marveling over its beauty. However, if there was a hunting camp to go to, I was usually there. I loved hunting camps almost as much as fishing camps.

Of course our hunting camps were usually centered on Clear Creek, and most of the ones I went to were in the Bear Paw School cabin, an old one room log building built on a little rise just above where Henderson Creek dumps into Clear Creek.

However, my uncle Al went elaborate for several years and had his hunting camp in the Missouri Breaks at a place called the Cable Pl...