I was fishing and Mrs. T was planting some flowers in one of the beds out front. It was getting late and the mosquitoes were biting more than the fish were, so I decided to call it quits.
Mrs. T had her back to the yard and field behind the house, and she had her earbuds in a listening to one of her books.
As I crested the hill something caught my eye, and there was 400 pounds of shiny black bear looking at me. He was maybe 70 yards from us both.
There was some forestry burning somewhere nearby and even though he was downwind of us he seemed unaffected.
I tried to give her a "Psssst", but the book and the marigolds had her full attention, and she seemed to have the bear's.
After several failed attempts at subtlety, and I went and shouted, "HEY!".
She looked around at me and I pointed in the direction of Yogi. He now had her attention.
Since the bear wasn't budging and seemed largely unconcerned, I waved my hands and shouted at it. It took several steps towards us and stopped again.
I told her to go for the front door and I'd be right behind her. I had a key and she didn't.
She stayed on the porch and watched him while I grabbed the 22 from just inside the door.
He was still unafraid and generally seemed to just not give a fuck, so I put a Center-X by his head. Still nothing.
So, and I hate that I felt compelled to do this, I then popped one in his left ham, and he was off and running like he'd gotten the message.
Need to talk to her about getting zoned out with those earbuds and not doing a look around every now and then.
As far as size goes for around here, he was about half as big as the biggest males get. They killed a 768 pounder not a mile from the house last year.
Mrs. T had her back to the yard and field behind the house, and she had her earbuds in a listening to one of her books.
As I crested the hill something caught my eye, and there was 400 pounds of shiny black bear looking at me. He was maybe 70 yards from us both.
There was some forestry burning somewhere nearby and even though he was downwind of us he seemed unaffected.
I tried to give her a "Psssst", but the book and the marigolds had her full attention, and she seemed to have the bear's.
After several failed attempts at subtlety, and I went and shouted, "HEY!".
She looked around at me and I pointed in the direction of Yogi. He now had her attention.
Since the bear wasn't budging and seemed largely unconcerned, I waved my hands and shouted at it. It took several steps towards us and stopped again.
I told her to go for the front door and I'd be right behind her. I had a key and she didn't.
She stayed on the porch and watched him while I grabbed the 22 from just inside the door.
He was still unafraid and generally seemed to just not give a fuck, so I put a Center-X by his head. Still nothing.
So, and I hate that I felt compelled to do this, I then popped one in his left ham, and he was off and running like he'd gotten the message.
Need to talk to her about getting zoned out with those earbuds and not doing a look around every now and then.
As far as size goes for around here, he was about half as big as the biggest males get. They killed a 768 pounder not a mile from the house last year.