Living in Northwest Ontario for many years I have seen more bears than I can count, but I can only count to twenty. In the area I used to live you still took your garbage to a local dump' you would drive up unload and leave. The dump would always prove to be a perfect example of not biting the hand that feeds you.

If you went to the dump in the late afternoon you got to see the best display of gluttony you could witness. One day while dropping of my discarded goods I saw the largest Brown Bear I have ever seen. He was a lumbering Ox, I looked like his legs were going to buckle beneath him at any moment. The bear was not more than five feet away as I unloaded the bed of our truck. He stood, he was on all fours not actually standing, using his massive claws to rip through the thin trash bags I tossed his way.

I was momentarily horrified, afraid to move, but what I saw next was enough for me to regain my composure and squelch any fear I may have. The bear in question turned tail to me and all I saw was a long trail of shit and what remained of a bag from Zellers, the Canadian equivalent of K-Mart, hanging from his ass. I tossed him an old hot dog bun and he ate it happily, gave me a grunt, and went on his way.

I have a few more bear stories, and while that experience was a positive one, I still fear them and have quaked whenever they are in my proximity. I have witnessed them prying open the trunk of a car, standing on two legs to protect their young, and fight to the death over the remains of gutted fish. To witness those events are something most never have the chance to see outside of a zoo and I am all the better for having done so.

johnnyemphysema wrote: and fight to the death over the remains of gutted fish.

You saw a bear kill another bear? johnnyemphysema, I don't believe it. I think you're fibbing!

Fibber!

you are more than welcome to question me.

Sweet. How did bear A kill bear B?

with a gun. it was two burly gay men who had a taste for the remains of fish.

Your bear story credibility has diminished. Maybe you did not see a bear pry open the trunk of a car. Maybe you didn't bring an old hotdog bun to the dump and give it to a portly Brown bear, whom you only noticed when he was not more than five feet from you. And maybe this noble animal marauding through the unmanned, unfenced dump in northern Ontario did not have a plastic bag hanging out its bum.

Maybe!

Sorry if someone has posted this:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=N7vvkloC-Ac
If not, you're welcome.

Here in suburbia, the G.D. Bears have learned to ski.