ksdaddy Posted October 14, 2009 Report Share Posted October 14, 2009 I went out this morning to find my garbage strewn all over the lawn. It had to have been a bear and not a raccoon, they way it was strewn. So tonight I was in the kitchen and I heard the sound of a garbage can falling over. I yanked open the kitchen door and there was a bigass black bear picking through the upset trash. I let a screech out of me that I'm sure was heard in the next county, HEY! GET THE _____ OUT OF HERE!. He scooted. So I stuck my head back in the kitchen and told my youngest daughter there was a freakin' bear in the garage. I went back out and he was BACK. HEY! (repeat performance). I picked up the trash and then poured a little bleach into the can, maybe he won't be so attracted to it. I'm not a hunter, never cared for it, but if an animal is around and doesn't belong there, I have no reservation about sending it to have breakfast with Jesus. We're talking squirrels and a .22 here. However I am petrified of bears, no matter how much they try to tell me the black bear is more afraid of me. I really surprised myself tonight, I didn't think I had it in me. I asked a guy what to do if I was walking in the woods and came across a bear. "Throw some s___ in his face." "Where am I going t get the s___?" "Reach down the back of your pants, it'll be there." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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