As bears seems to be the topic of the moment, I have an amusing story to
tell. First off, a picture so that you can sort of see the area I'm going
to talk about.

If you look down our road, you'll see the Ford truck on the right hand side of the picture.
On the left side of the picture, you'll see the front end of my old Chev S-10.
At the time of this story, I had an old Chrysler New Yorker, and it was parked
where the S-10 is in this picture.
We had just gotten our dog, so this happened about 5 years ago now.

At that time, my step-son was working for a security company, and he had pulled
a week of evening shifts, so would leave about 8 pm and come home early in the
morning. Well, this particular evening my step-son leaves for work, gets out
in his car, then comes back in the house.

He mentions that there is a black bear at the end of the road in the garbage
can of the guy who owns the Ford truck, and that we shouldn't let our dog out
that night.

Well, here am I....I just have to see this stoopid bear. I'm still not sure who was
more stoopid, him or me. Anyway, I figure that I'd be safe in the car, so out
I go to hop in the car. Automatically, I locked our house door when I went out.

You have to picture this story happening in the spring, so at 8 pm it is pitch
black out. Here am I fumbling with my keys trying to fit the key in the door
lock of the car, and out of the corner of my eye, I catch a movement.

Yep....it was the bear. Well, I let out a huge "whoop", drop my keys and run
for the house...only to find the locked door. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/ooo.gif" alt="" />

So, here am I, pounding on the door for the wife to let me in, making enough
noise to wake up the dead, which scared the crap out of the poor bear.
By the time my wife was able to open the door, that bear was gone up the road
and into the bush.

I don't know who was more scared, the bear or me...but I can tell you who
was more stoopid....me <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />