| That's way too scary having bears hanging out in town. Here's a story. Back in '95 my sister, a blonde accompanied her husband on a hunting trip to the far reaches of Canada. You know, they had to drive, drive drive then fly in one of those aquaplanes, then be led by guides to someplace where you drank and washed in lake water and there were no outlets for hairdryers. What was she thinking? After about a week of this torture, she lost it, awakening at 2 in the morning saying she had to ~~HAD TO~~ leave that hellhole. They had to wait for daylight, she was so stressed she made the guides nervous. A couple of hours after they were safely away, bears broke into camp and grabbed some of the moose the hunters had killed and tore up some of the camp. It was about a week before her husband would speak to her, but he has never asked her to go hunting again. Oh, and those bears had eaten some hunters a few days before. Personally, I never would have gone in the first place. Her sixth sense probably saved her life. Because given the choice, I'm pretty sure bears would eat blondes before they'd eat moose. |
