I estimate the bear was on film less than a half hour after I set the camera.
I have never seen this bear or any other bear in person on this access road, so they must be very good at reading people.
Which is wise.
Black bears are known for their intelligence, and this one tries to avoid walking in the mud where it would leave tracks.
Also, it’s very easy to see how a black bear could give someone the idea for bigfoot. Like humans, bears are plantigrade. Their heels touch the ground when they walk.
So if anything could give you an idea of wild man living in the forest, it would be one of these stealthy black bears.
Natural History 
What does “invalid parameters” instead of the bear video mean?
You live near the woods all your life. You walk your dog around the woods all the time. You never see a bear.
Then you find that bears do live near you. Makes you wonder what else might be walking the woods? Bigfoot? Personally, i prefer the idea of pixies and sprites, and maybe leprechauns.
But maybe Bigfoot is a better myth? Instead of cute little being who can make you rich, hence causing a person to want to roam and explore, the Bigfoot myth serves to warn people that something big might be out behind the bushes.
I guarantee that there is no bigfoot in those woods.
And you should be able to see that video. I just played it from the blog.
There is a huge bear that includes our property and the surrounding forest as part of its range. I have only seen what I assume was this bear once, about three miles from here. The bear I saw was quite large for the area, probably going better than 350 lbs., which makes it quite the giant for around here. We had a very good look at it as it ran towards us across an open hay field to get away from some men in a truck on the other side of the field. It ran between two houses very close to the road I was on, being only 150 yards from where I sat, and passing only the length of the building from a group of people standing in front of the nearest house. They were unaware of the bear, and when they looked at me when I stopped my truck, I pointed at the bear and yelled “Bear”. They stepped around the corner of the house and were shocked to see the bear galloping by so close. And that was what he was doing; galloping like a horse in a canter, with his thick hide rolling with each leap, and his black coat shinning and glistening in the sun. I was able to get a good estimate of his size because of my excellent position to watch him for a long time, and being able to compare him to the things he passed, including a set of stone steps I had built myself on the second house. It was quite easy to see he would have literally dwarfed my 160 lb. wolf-dog, M’Loot, and was the largest wild bear I have ever seen.
I have found tracks in our driveway that were large enough to have been left by this bear, and “our bear” came into the yard when we were away and the house dogs were either with us or in the house and chewed up a copper bird feeder, even though the kenneled wolf-dogs were very near. In the past when we’d let the wolfhounds out at night they’d often go roaring into the woods, barking and chasing something off. Whatever it was would crash through brush and saplings in its escape, and we thought it was the moose that ate the water lilies out of our pond, but I now think it is that bear hanging around. I have found huge piles of bear crap up on the ridge above the house, and when I stand above the piles I can look right down at the house.
I have about an acre of woodland behind the garage, and running up the wooded slope towards the ridge fenced in with six foot high chicken wire for the assorted chickens I’m not using in any breeding project, and one morning I found one section farthest from the house completely trampled to the ground. Unfortunately the rocky ledge and leaf covered ground held no tracks, and I found no hair on the wire, so I don’t know if it was knocked down by the bear, or a moose or deer.
I believe bears are much more interactive in our lives than we realize, even those of us living in heavily settled areas.
I have had 3 personal experience with wild bears.
1. We went to the woods in a national forest, and parked in a parking lot. I was going to hike to a waterfall.
Someone warned me by banging hysterically on my car, i couldn’t understand them (i guess they were too emotional to be clear?) so i thought they were a lunatic, so stayed in my car for awhile.
When i was sure the person was gone, i went out to report them, went to hike, but someone was putting up police tape on the trailhead, a bear had just killed one person, injured another hiker very very very badly, and broke the arm of another person. The bear was still at large, but later was said to have been shot.
A day or few after that one of the workers at that park was telling about how “bears wont hurt you”. Denial? Or just not wanting to inform, and scary away the tourists? Like in the movie “jaws”, if you tell the tourists what’s really in the water, they wont go in.
This one is on wikipedia “bear attack” or fatal bear attacks. Smokey mountain area.
2. Was traveling near a lake in a wooded area. The person in the car with me said they couldn’t wait to use the restroom, could i pull in at the lake? I did. Bathrooms were a ways away. Big lab or newfie in front of the bathrooms. We waited for the presumed owner to leave the bathrooms and take the big black dog away.
It ran straight towards our car. Full speed. I thought what terrible conformation the dog had. Ran like a rocking horse. Not a level top line, at all.
It got closer, still full speed running. Something wrong with what should have been a floppy eared breed. Too big to be a chow, wrong ears for a newfie.
Egads! A bear. There were people in shorts, in a boat, washing it out after fishing. The bear might attack them! The boat was no protection!!! I started honking the horn and waving my arms. The boater ignored me. I honked and waved more!!!!!
The boater, the man & son, thought i must be a lunatic, the man got his gun out of his truck, walked to the middle of the road, stood braced, aimed for our windshield right where i sat.
Couldn’t get out of the car, charging bear almost there. Person i was trying to save, about to kill me. I had turned off engine, i was going to snack while waiting for the ‘dog’ to leave. What should i do?
The son, from atop the boat on the ramp, yelled “bear! Bear!” But the father, feeling alone in the woods with a crazy person blaring their horn at him, half turned to the son telling him to shut up n get down.
The father saw the bear. He went back to his boat.
My other person said they were worried the bear would break the window. Too narrow to turn the car around. Didn’t want to risk driving near the boater. Risk reversing, maybe the bear would view that as fleeing prey??? I honked more. Out of the whole woods, the bear ran right in front of our bumper, so close, i lost sight of him.
Weird how people look and act, and ‘think’ when scared. Other person (older relative) instantly went calm and quietly insisted that i get out and take a photo of the bear.
Stupid of me, but years of being made fun of for being afraid to do things that other people told me to do (stick your hand in the flame, it wont hurt you, whats a matter? Scared? Chicken!) i actually felt embarrassed of being afraid of the bear. I lost fear, i would be brave (dumb dumb dumb!) i felt i did want a photo of the bear. I got out of the car to take a photo. (Note person who told me to go take a photo of the bear, stayed in the car).
The boater father came up and started telling me how he WAS going to shoot me, and what etc. i forgave him. I think he didn’t want me to report his aiming at me. I was willing to gloss it over. He wasn’t being sneaky or anything like that, just scared and rambling a little. Scared for himself and son in a topless boat.
3. In a cabin in Alaska, in late spring, a grizzly bear literally trying to knock the door in to get us. The solid door holding, but the hinge pins lifting out of the hinges with each knock. Me getting something heavy to bang the hinge pins back down between the door thundering blows which shook the cabin! Inches from the bear.
Knew the heavy solid door could bang down on me at any moment. Literally being saved from the bear by a $10 door handle prop from K-mart!
Hinge screws loose, getting looser blow by blow, even if the pins don’t bend or get soft from the friction, the screws, though long screws in good solid wood, are working loose.
Hysterical other person keeps pulling back the drape on the floor to ceiling window. I have to yell. Don’t do that! The bear will see the light and charge thru the window!
Hysterical other person is grabbing heavy object, not to try to fight the bear but to break the window and try to escape into the woods. Says i should run too, we’ll meet at the river. They hide in the bathroom instead.
No phone in the cabin, no cell phone coverage (tried it earlier). Attacking bear near my car. No gun. Door hinges going to pull out of the door jam soon.
Bear so powerful. My dogs strangely quit. Not moving, making no noise at all, survival instinct. I want to hide in the bathroom too, but am locked out. The bathroom door would break into matchsticks at the first blow, but maybe the bear will get filled up eating me.
Going to die. Dang those government bear hugger paper pushers who wont let someone thin out the bears so the bold ones are hunted. Feel as if i am about to die.
Dutifully through out my bear spray at the border. Told it was illegal in Alaska. Too many people using it for robbery. (But if bear spray is illegal, they needed to have bear hunts).
The wasp spray! Shoots 40 feet! I grab it, lay in front of the door, spray the bears feet. Huge long bear claws like wolverine character. Right there. Inches from me. I spray under the door. The bear retreats. But i can’t breathe. The pesticide fills the cabin too.
I try the bathroom but am locked out still. Wont open it for mr. They had to be fierce little dogs fool I’ve been to be so loyal. I cover my head, then try breathing under the covers. I doesn’t work. The bear has retreated a short ways, but is still by the only door.
Don’t want to couch bear might return to the door, but i am strangling, coughing, will i pass out to awake to being mauled. I get under the covers, maybe i won’t use as much air if i lay down?
Later, grizzly bear & cub still there. Was exhausted from driving when i got to the cabin. Awake along time, before falling asleep, wasp spray near. Will i awake alive?
In the morning, i see fresh flakey scars on the door. I refuse to acknowledge that the danger could still be there. Unwisely i walk the dogs. The purebred is as oblivious as i am. The mute doesn’t want to pee or sniff around, this awakens me to how ingrained it is too not fear bears.
Before we can leave, a crazy eyed young man runs up. I make what he is saying. They were camping right by the river. A bear attacked the woman in the other tent. I leave the when help arrives. Never learned the details.
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Scotty, i would suggest you take the bear seriously.