Call them whatever you like while they’re far away. You have to be delicate, though, if the bears are close enough to hear you.
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I almost witnessed a Grizzly sow maul a hiker in Jasper National Park in Canada. Fortunately for the hiker, she backed up when a cub trotted onto the hiking trail, and two other hikers grabbed her and hauled her farther back and well out of the sow's path. The lady had no idea she was in danger until the large bear appeared dead ahead. She said that she had no idea that the sow would be near the cub.
Really? She had no idea that a mama bear -- the very symbol of terrifying protective motherhood -- would be closely attending her cub?
Once I got between a black bear mama and her cub with a pack of dogs that were running with me. They weren't my dogs, but I used to run a lot in those days and they liked to run with me. I'd pick up one or two along the way until I had nearly ten with me when we came across the bear and her cub. I thought we were in for quite a fight after the dogs went for the cub, but the mama seemed to understand when I started kicking and beating them off the cub until it could escape to her. She let me do it rather than rushing in amongst us, much to the good fortune of the dogs (and possibly myself).
Watched a guy set the Ripley Record for Running Backwards at a park service trash site in Baxter St park in Maine- the bears would congregate there looking for tasty morsels, this guy got to close to cub and momma did not like it. A false charge, lucky for him. Animals I am more concerned with than bears, in the wild. Dog packs. Moose. Pigs. And the number one. Mosquitos!
Man, I came here to tell fat jokes (Your mama bear is so fat, when she sits around the house, she sits AROUND the house!) but you guys have real stories. I'll show myself out.
Everybody has stories. I imagine a lot of folks reading here have seen and done stuff I can't even imagine. Give leave for an old codger to tell another bear story. A long time ago, I was up on the North Slope of the Brooks Range, hiking. Pausing on a gentle slope covered with low bush blueberries, looking across a river valley, maybe1/4 mile away, I watched a grizzly alternately stripping berries off the bushes, and relieving an itch rubbing it's back and belly on the scrub. This lasted for a few minutes, when the bear started sticking it's nose into the air, moving around a bit more, getting another sniff, and after a minute, made up it's mind and ran off. No dog on earth could have caught my smell at that sort of range. No breeze to speak of, just mild little eddy's of wind, here and there, and it caught just enough to go full wary. Real wild bears are seldom looking for trouble. Campground bears are a whole other story.
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I almost witnessed a Grizzly sow maul a hiker in Jasper National Park in Canada. Fortunately for the hiker, she backed up when a cub trotted onto the hiking trail, and two other hikers grabbed her and hauled her farther back and well out of the sow's path. The lady had no idea she was in danger until the large bear appeared dead ahead. She said that she had no idea that the sow would be near the cub.
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Really? She had no idea that a mama bear -- the very symbol of terrifying protective motherhood -- would be closely attending her cub?
Once I got between a black bear mama and her cub with a pack of dogs that were running with me. They weren't my dogs, but I used to run a lot in those days and they liked to run with me. I'd pick up one or two along the way until I had nearly ten with me when we came across the bear and her cub. I thought we were in for quite a fight after the dogs went for the cub, but the mama seemed to understand when I started kicking and beating them off the cub until it could escape to her. She let me do it rather than rushing in amongst us, much to the good fortune of the dogs (and possibly myself).
Watched a guy set the Ripley Record for Running Backwards at a park service trash site in Baxter St park in Maine- the bears would congregate there looking for tasty morsels, this guy got to close to cub and momma did not like it.
A false charge, lucky for him.
Animals I am more concerned with than bears, in the wild.
Dog packs. Moose. Pigs.
And the number one.
Mosquitos!
Man, I came here to tell fat jokes (Your mama bear is so fat, when she sits around the house, she sits AROUND the house!) but you guys have real stories. I'll show myself out.
Everybody has stories. I imagine a lot of folks reading here have seen and done stuff I can't even imagine. Give leave for an old codger to tell another bear story.
A long time ago, I was up on the North Slope of the Brooks Range, hiking. Pausing on a gentle slope covered with low bush blueberries, looking across a river valley, maybe1/4 mile away, I watched a grizzly alternately stripping berries off the bushes, and relieving an itch rubbing it's back and belly on the scrub. This lasted for a few minutes, when the bear started sticking it's nose into the air, moving around a bit more, getting another sniff, and after a minute, made up it's mind and ran off. No dog on earth could have caught my smell at that sort of range. No breeze to speak of, just mild little eddy's of wind, here and there, and it caught just enough to go full wary.
Real wild bears are seldom looking for trouble. Campground bears are a whole other story.
I meant, I don't have any bear stories.
You three all have good ones.
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