July 14, 2007


...And Bears, Oh My.

First, let me own up to the fact that the guy that wrote this piece , Jerry Langton, is a friend of mine. He and his wife have been forever. I like him. We have eaten large quantities of great food together, quaffed even larger quantities of wine.

But Jer, I read your article today about bears not being dangerous, and I need to spank you a little. See, at our cottage, we have bears. Where I recall one incident up there with bears in the first 30 years we owned the place, we now see them every year. And I mean in the driveway. When my sister was up last year, she just got the kids in the cottage and two landed on the front deck. A baby one was swinging on the railing of the deck. A bear, not her kid.

There are more of them, they're getting bolder, and they're getting angrier. Jerry's article quotes a guy who knows more than me saying their character is not to attack people, that's what grizzlies do. Fine. We only have black bears. But you know, to me, when 4 bears are headed for me and the kids, I only see the 'bear' part of that.

We have neighbours whose cottage is tucked up into the furthest end of the forest. They are the first cottage. The bears emerge from here, and we're lucky that these people call everyone and put out the warning. They've seen bears go after their dog, they've had them scratch on the cottage trying to get in. We watched a baby bear tear up a tree stump looking for bugs - with one good tug of his big paw. I know they prefer berries. But they will also crank over BBQs looking for leftovers.

Some are calling for the return of the spring bear hunt; I always believed the closing of the dumps up north pushed the bears closer to the cottages in search of food. We used to see them playing on the piles of garbage - I know, not a really quaint northern nature picture, but the truth - and only once can I recall bears near the cottage when I was growing up.

Whatever the reasons, there are absolutely more bears now, and I don't feel especially safe walking through the woods anymore. We're pretty isolated, and we used to walk for miles not worrying. My dad made us wear a bear whistle - just a chrome whistle - so we could whistle if we got into trouble. Nobody ever used it, but we felt like some kind of superhero with the magic whistle on its cowhide string around our neck.

Maybe Jerry is right, and a whistle is enough. But I'm thinking it's instead time to invite Jerry to the cottage to test out his theories. But knowing Jerry, he'll race up there to prove me wrong (grin).

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Does that count as an invite?

t

July 15, 2007 6:19 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

ah....the illustrous wife of Jerry ('t') offering her hubby up to the bears....

July 16, 2007 11:54 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

:-) I have every confidence in him. And the bears.

(really I just thought it would be fun to have a glass of wine with you. We could taunt bears if you like)

July 16, 2007 8:58 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

See? She's placing bets on both sides of the stadium.

As for the glass of wine, well, I'll just skooch on over on the bear bench and we can taunt away....just tell Jerry to hand out the bottle before he goes all He-Man on the critters...

July 16, 2007 9:02 PM  
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