Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Baa Baa Black Bear??

Want to know what caused this?


I was late getting home this evening, but as soon as I cleared the door I had the following conversation.

NG: I think something is wrong with Daddy.
Me: Why?
NG: Because we went back to look for mushrooms tonight and all of a sudden he said we had to go back to the house and he kept looking back over his shoulder the whole time. 
Me: Where is he now?
NG: In the shop.
Me: OK, I'll go check it out.

That was about the same time that L walked through the door, and sure enough I could tell from the look on his face something was up.

Me: What's wrong?
L: From now on we need to take a gun when we're going to the back side of the place.
Me: Why?
L: I'm pretty certain we have a bear.

Oh!  Is that all?  Now don't misunderstand me.  It's not that I don't take the possibility of bear habitation so close to our house seriously, but we do live in Madison County.  He could have just as easily told me he had stumble across someone's cash crop.  Personally I will take the four legged vermin over the two legged vermin any day.

I immediately went to exchange my skirt and sandals for a pair of pants and tennis shoes because if there's evidence of a bear back there I want to see it!  For the record, I would have had the same reaction if he had told me it was a cash crop back there.  Yea, that would be evidence of that morbid curiosity I've spoken of.  L grabbed his pistol and prepared to humor me.


Yes, I know I'm making a fashion statement.  Don't be jealous!

We actually passed this tree this weekend during our dry land fishing trip and it didn't look like this.  L couldn't quite reach the top of the claw marks.



L also told me he had found bear scat on Sunday, and offered to take me to the top of the hill to get a picture.  I declined, not because I didn't want to take a picture of bear poop but because I was too lazy to walk to the top of the hill to take a picture of bear poop.  However, I didn't want to cheat any of you out of the chance to see a picture of poop so here you are.


If you're wondering...these are deer droppings, not to be confused with rabbit droppings like I did this weekend, because then L will laugh at you.  For a while I was beginning to think we had some kind of mutant sumo rabbit or something.

On our way back to the house L suddenly grabs my arm, gives it a yank, and says, "Look there!!!".  I glanced down and screamed...like a girl!  In my defense, from the way L acted I thought he had spotted a snake, and so when I glanced down and saw something brownish sticking up from the ground I saw a snake.  That's why I screamed...like a girl.  And let me tell you, I've got a pretty good scream, even if I do say so myself.  Just so you know, L will also laugh at you if you do this.  Especially when the thing he is pointing out to you is a morel, that elusive dry land fish we've been hunting for days.

Can you see it?


There it is folks! The morel that just about scared the scat out of me.

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