How on earth did this story skip my mind? I should have started off with this last time, but I guess I'm just so used to living in Alaska that it didn't hit my radar has hard as it would have 15 years ago...
Several nights ago, Greg and I were sound asleep when, at 3:24AM, we heard two very loud, very close gunshots following a shout of "You git outta here!". We ran to the window and watched two very large black bears come into our yard, meander around our truck and boat and then move quickly away when Greg opened a window to yell at them.
Now, Greg's truck is an older model Ford. It is just a regular old pick-up, right? Not a huge monster truck, but not one of those little half-trucks either. The back of each bear (their heads were down; they must've been sniffing something) came up well past the back bumper, almost over the top end of the taillights. So that's about 3 1/2 feet from the ground up. Big, fluffy guys.
Turns out these are most likely two male brothers who are about two years old. With our cold weather and rainy days, they're getting a little daring in their food searches and they've been vandalizing the whole neighborhood like clockwork for about a week now.
The neighbor who shot at them (just birdshot) had caught them up on his front porch eating the birdseed and squirrel treats he left out right in front of his big picture window so he and the missus could get a good, close look at nature.
So let me take just a quick moment here and say, "DUH!"
Even if the bears break in through the window to snack on their cat, we won't have any sympathy for that guy, the birds, squirrels, or the missus. We will however have something to say to him if he wounds a bear in the middle of the night and my girls get mauled the next day while they're out playing forts in the woods. Not cool.
The other big news related to this posting is this cute, special-interest story from our local paper last week.
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