Black and grey bear head tattoo in realism and dotwork style, with a pine forest fading in below it, on a lower leg.

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Bear above a pine forest on a lower leg

Realism · Calf · Black and grey · Photo

A bear's head and shoulders face the viewer, with the animal's eyes, nose and fur built up from fine stippled dots and short strokes. Below it, tall conifer trees fade into lighter shading, so the forest seems to dissolve into the skin. The image is entirely black and grey, with the tattoo filling most of the frame against a cobbled street.

Realism Dotwork Calf Bear Pine tree Forest Animal portrait

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Every spring the boats of Skerrow went out past the headland, and every spring the old net-mender, Agnes Dunn, made the same complaint about the bear. It had come down from the pines behind the village the winter the herring failed, and it had never gone back up. It sat on the slipway in the mornings with its great head lowered, watching the men haul their nets, and nobody could say it had taken so much as a gull.

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The skipper of the Brightwater, a young man called Tomas Reid, decided the bear was an omen and that his boat would not sail with it looking on. He took a gaff and a jar of lamp oil and walked to the slipway at dusk. The men on the quay heard him shouting, then heard nothing at all, and they went up the path with lanterns expecting the worst.

They found Tomas sitting on the wet stones with his back against a capstan. The bear was beside him, close enough that its breath stirred the hair on his neck. He said it had only wanted to see the sea, and that it had walked him back down to the boats as if he might lose his way. Nobody believed him until the Brightwater came home that week with her hold so heavy she sat low in the water, and her nets full of silver fish that had been nowhere on the grounds for years.

Agnes said the bear had been a debt owed to the trees, and the sea had paid it. The village still leaves the first catch on the slipway each spring, a bucket of herring set by the capstan, and by morning it is always gone. Nobody goes down to see who takes it.