During the summer, Vernon and Irene Evan moved to fishcamp upriver above Ingrahak. One night, while they were trying to sleep, Irene was awakened by a black bear knocking and scratching on their door. She woke Vernon up. He went to look out the window to see what it was. When he glanced out the window he saw a black bear's rear end trotting down their ramp. Vernon looked out the window on the south side and he met the bear's eyes while it was passing by. He grabbed his rifle just as the bear came from the side and dug into the trash bag. Then he hit the plywood from the inside with his rifle to frighten the bear away from the trash.

The bear then dashed down to their smoke house and sniffed around for fish to eat. Vernon was going to shoot the bear, but it was too close. He thought if he missed it, the bear might charge him. So, he held his fire and the bear disappeared into the woods.

Vernon tried to go back to sleep, but an hour later the bear returned. The two dogs started barking at the bear. The bear was eating some left over fish when Vernon walked toward him to get a good aim. But when he shot he missed the bear and it ran away.

The bear returned again when my parents and Debbie left the fishcamp for Marshall. Around 6:00 A.M. the dogs started barking. Vernon retrieved his rifle and he went down to our tent. He thought the bear was inside and he walked towards it. But then he thought he heard trees making noise. The bear had become trapped in the snare behind the tent. He shot the bear and killed it. Then he went back to his house and ate breakfast. After eating, he went down and took the snare off the bear. He dragged it in front of our tent and covered it with ply wood. He called Marshall and told someone to pick it up for dog food.

The second bear awoke my parents, Anna and Mary Jane. They were sleeping in our tent. Someone knocked on Vernon's door. It was my mom, Anna and Mary Jane. My dad signaled to Vernon to get his rifle and help him shoot the bear. So Vernon went down with his rifle and he and my dad slowly and quietly walked up the hill behind our tent. They spotted the bear caught in a snare and dragging a pole and they shot and killed it. Then Vernon and the others all went back to his house and slept in peace. The next day he called down to Marshall to have Fred Fitka pick up the bear.