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After a week of snow camping in the Yosemite high country I walked out to the road. A few miles later I cam across tracks about the size shown in the picture. Knowing game will likely double back on their tracks I decided I should do the same. This to at least see how far behind me she was. A couple hours later I saw her on a ridge opposite side of a small valley and coming along my track. I don't know if she saw me and I was upwind. Plus I was close to the road. All I had to do was find my truck after the heavy snows.
those tracks are old.
It's worse when you follow the tracks, and they circle around and intercept your own footprints.And with crisp, sharp edges, and nothing else inside or over them, those tracks are pretty fresh.
Concur-old tracks are "blurry"; these are nice and defined. Hours old, maybe, or there’s been no weather to deteriorate them. BTW, these are grizz, not black-blackies are, well, smaller and (usually) not as heavy.
It's not the tracks that you see that get you.
I went rafting on a low, meandering river in Alaska during the summer. Every sand bar on the river was littered with trout and salmon with their bellies eaten out and bear tracks everywhere. I was glad food was plentiful for them so that I didn't have to be their next meal.