Now, we live on a dirt road in the ruralist of rural areas. We are twenty minutes from the nearest small town. This evening we started down our road (in the car) and before we got very far we saw this crossing our path.
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Friday, September 16, 2011
Up Close and Personal.
Before Mr LC retired we used to go out every Friday night for a date. Now that he is home every.single.day we no longer need a date night because we are together all the time. Sigh. However, Mr LC decided to be sweet and take me out to Tims for a coffee (smoothie for me) and a doughnut.
Now, we live on a dirt road in the ruralist of rural areas. We are twenty minutes from the nearest small town. This evening we started down our road (in the car) and before we got very far we saw this crossing our path.
A BEAR! I have never seen a real bear out in the wild before. I was scared, very scared. Mr LC was excited, very excited. He rolled down the window of the car and called to the bear! Thankfully, the bear ignored him. This past spring the small town we live near warned about bears moseying around the streets. A small town is heaven for a bear. They wouldn't have to go pawing through the wilds looking for food. Everyone is storing it for them in their backyard. So what, I ask you, is a bear doing all the way out here? He has to actually forage for food out here. He has to compete with all the raccoons and deer for food out here. Go back to town, Mr Bear, I beg you. I am never going for a walk again. shudder.
Now, we live on a dirt road in the ruralist of rural areas. We are twenty minutes from the nearest small town. This evening we started down our road (in the car) and before we got very far we saw this crossing our path.
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While reading this, I tried to imagine meeting a bear on my way to a date. Can't even imagine how it must have felt. Going on a date that is :)
Happy weekend to you and the mister.
Deb,
I don't even think you know how funny you are. The caption on the photo has me totally cracking up.
I hope you left the poor thing a doughnut.
Yikes........!!!!
Child 2 wanted to know if that was a real bear.
I said, "Yes. That be a bear."
I would have surely disgraced myself if I saw that on the road in front of me.
Imagine, calling out to the bear. Is he nuts!?
Just make sure you take somebody with you when you go for a walk. You don't have to be faster than the bear, just faster than the other person. ;-)
Did he seem at all startled by the car or dad calling. Everyone says they are quite timid?
Maybe he came to check out your driveway and see what cool stuff was out for the taking.
you know I would have called out to the bear too. And I 'd tried to be friend with the bear. Give him a name and buy him food. And probably be eaten myself, but who cares...
I can't believe it's your first time seeing a bear in the wild. I thought you would have tons roaming around up there. Maybe they just have enough woods to hide it. My mother-in-law once had a bear that ate old pancakes of her trash can. In. Her. Back. Yard! Funny thing is that she lived in the suburbs of NYC. Go figure! My hubby loves bear hunting.
Glad he didn't hop in the car with you and go get a coffee at Tim Hortons. ;-)
~FringeGirl
Fringe- You just proved my point! Bears are better off in the suburbs.
Anke- Naughty girl. I like you.
Bobbi - I know you would, maybe he was just looking for a spot to hole up in for the winter.
MMMC- He IS nuts.
Raz-Exactly.
Steve- You're so kind. What happened?
Wow- here I am scared of the skunk menacing our backyard. If I saw a bear I may go into labour--- hey that's a great idea! Maybe I'll come over and call the bear!
Bears are no laughing matter. I have a bad history with them. 1. As a small child in Germany walking in a park with my mother, I saw a huge chained dancing bear which the keeper tried to get me to approach. I screamed the whole of the British Zone of Germany down. My pretty mother was mortified, as I apparently had a habit of screaming at strange animals, wild or pantomime. But I can recall the fear even now. 2. More recently and tragically, the son of a surgeon at our local hospital surgeon was killed by a polar bear while on an adventure holiday to the Artic Circle. Sorry to bring down the tone of your blog post. You live the life, we don't even have poisonous spiders here in the UK ( until deo gratia global warming). Oo-er.
Thank the Lord you were in the car, Deb.. I react to moose as you do to bears.. Well, I have not seen many bears so do not really know how I would react.. smile.. Hope you enjoyed your double double.. grin..
I've been hearing and reading about similar stories. Just last week, police in a chopper were able to distract a bear from a couple and their stroller on a dirt road north of where we live. The footage on the news was dramatic. Stay safe.
And just what did Mr. LC plan to do if the bear came on over for a chat? HMMMMM????????
Oh and my husband just gave you a very high compliment. He said (and this might not be an exact quote, but rather my interpretation), "Oh she is quite acerbic. She is funny!" (Yes, he frequently throws out $20 words for me to enjoy and now you too.)
Yikes! I'll send you some honey. I'm sure he could be bribed. : )
You need a can of bear repellant-( AKA ) Pepper Spray. Be careful and don't leave out any picnic baskets. Little Yogi's tend to be brutal when it comes to their food.
OH my gosh...seeing coyotes around here was enough for me...a bear...I'd have to move LOL! And that "reenactment" caption was too funny! I've really missed reading your posts while I've been immersed in all this JUNK...
I'm impressed by the bear, but I'm doubly impressed because I have a friend named Tim Horton!
Gosh, a bear! next thing we know, you'll be wearing a Davey Crockett hat! xxx P.S. worked out today that I had failed to get you on my blogroll, thought you were on but just not posting! Situation remedied now, you are on there. I refuse to be beaten by technology..
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