Last night, the wife upstairs with the TV, me downstairs on the computer, when out on the deck there arose a great clatter, my wife peeked through the drapes to see what was the matter. The deck is 10 feet high, accessible only by a vertical 'escape' ladder used chiefly by my watchcat. This time, however, it was a 250 lb black bear, who had been attracted by a seed and syrup feeding station on one of the deck posts. He was standing on the deck rail on hind feet (My wife said all she could see when she switched on the outside floods was this guy in shaggy black pants...)
I watched, holding my 7mm, as he knocked down the feeder, bending the steel stanchion into a pretzel. He then returned to the ground where he attempted to demolish the squirrel-proof feeder box to get at the seed treasure within.
Obligatory knife content: I never ONCE thought to put down the rifle and get my sirupati or GS.
Called the Maine Warden Service to report the incident, but they were all in a meeting today. If you knew how screwed up Maine's game department is, you'd all see the joke in that statement.
If that bear comes back again, he's a rug. This morning I put away the scoped 7mm and got out the .45-70 Marlin lever action!

Ken
I watched, holding my 7mm, as he knocked down the feeder, bending the steel stanchion into a pretzel. He then returned to the ground where he attempted to demolish the squirrel-proof feeder box to get at the seed treasure within.
Obligatory knife content: I never ONCE thought to put down the rifle and get my sirupati or GS.

Called the Maine Warden Service to report the incident, but they were all in a meeting today. If you knew how screwed up Maine's game department is, you'd all see the joke in that statement.

If that bear comes back again, he's a rug. This morning I put away the scoped 7mm and got out the .45-70 Marlin lever action!

Ken