Comments on: Our Version of “Ma Slapped a Bear”

By: Therapy Dog Training

Therapy Dog Training — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 17:05:40 +0000

LOL! Thanks for the story.

By: Michelle O'Neil

Michelle O'Neil — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 00:04:16 +0000

Such a funny story now that it’s over and everyone is safe!

Ma slapped a bear! Love it!

By: Deb

Deb — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 20:07:09 +0000

This reminded me of two things.
1) The wacky parents in western national parks who tell their kids “stand closer to the moose, you’re not in the picture.” Really.

2) Our years in an inner city rehab district where you did not take out the trash once the sun went down because the raccoons were bigger than bear cub. They would come lumbering up out of the storm sewers and they were a frightening sight.

Yours seems to have some fear left, not these ones.

By: Elizabeth

Elizabeth — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 05:04:55 +0000

Likely kitty was spared from becoming dinner for someone!! Our kitty became loud and horrible sounding one night as hubby was working in the garage, in the mountainside home we lived in a few years ago. Turns out a young cougar was just outside the door, which was open. We should have known to be more careful because we had not seen the wild turkeys or deer for awhile and also the wild kitties we fed had disappeared plus the smart cat we had refused to leave the garage for a couple weeks prior to that. I was kind of ready to move at that point, between that and the rattlesnakes. Though I have missed the beauty and peace of that place since too!! Nothing for free I guess…
Elizabeth

By: Holly

Holly — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 01:59:01 +0000

oh.my.goodness.

thank every diety there is that she didn’t catch Whatever That Was!

By: Karen

Karen — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 21:02:48 +0000

LOL! Thanks, now I’ll never want to stay in any cabins either! ;)

By: Cindy

Cindy — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 20:55:11 +0000

The cabin we stayed in wasn’t part of a campground at all. It was right on the tip of the Keweenaw Penisula. The locals had told us beforehand that black bears hadn’t been seen in those parts for years….huh, huh, hee, hee. The day after “The Experience with Cujo”….(and yes, I realize Cujo was a dog, but in my mind this bear morphed into Cujo nonetheless)…the locals were quick to say, and I quote, “Oh THAT bear, didn’t know you meant THAT bear. He’s been lurking around here for sometime now, and did you know he was seven feet tall?….huh, huh, hee, hee”. Thanks folks. Gotta love that quaint UP sense of humor, no doubt their attempt to scare away vacationers from ever returning! “Red Haired Running Bear Bait”…this is my official Indian name in the UP…..

By: Jo

Jo — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 19:34:46 +0000

I had forgotten about that story! I had always loved it when I was a little girl!

By: Karen

Karen — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 19:06:42 +0000

edj, in the daylight, I can say that it was pretty funny actually. Though I love coyotes, ditto on them (or any other wildlife) not making good pets!

Cindy! Oh. My. Word! Yikes! That’s why I never camp in camping areas, because too many bears have become acclimated to associating humans with a food source. Though I’m sure it was quite a sight to see you fly around the corner of the house with feet barely touching the ground! hehe.

By: Cindy

Cindy — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 17:05:25 +0000

Two summers ago we vacationed in a cabin on Lake Superior. We’d been out strolling at twilight admiring the stars and the warm evening, when no sooner had we gotten back into the cabin I heard the outside trash cans make that familiar sound that said….”Raccoons”! Not realizing they usually do this MUCH later at night, (being nocturnal…duh!)….I walked around the side of the cabin so I could get a better look. What faced me instead was a big black bear! I was no more then five feet from her, he…it. I opened my mouth to scream and nothing came out. I made the mad dash into the cabin in one leap…which had to be comical since I had to leap AROUND the side of the cabin, still don’t know how I did it, but I crashed through the kitchen door in one fell swoop and slammed it shut. We spent the next two hours trying to scare this bear away with all kinds of unholy racket through the windows…..but he/she/it would not go. This bear obviously had become so accustomed to people that we couldn’t scare it off, which is such a sad commentary really. The he/she/it bear (I just realized you don’t want to say that fast…sorry) finally lumbered away, went down to the lake, drank water and wandered off down the shoreline. All I could think of was Cujo….and I shook for a long time. This is my one and only “Almost-Near-Death-by-Wildlife Story”….it will be my last.
(BTW, I love that your Cait has read the “Little House” books….my girls have too!