Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Between ursa major and ursa minor
He heard a commotion in a nearby cornfield and hoped it was a buck scraping, but instead he saw four black bears ambling his way. Schultz figured they would stay near the cornfield, but they congregated under the elm tree where he was sitting.Fortunately, events unfolded in such a way that the man can tell the tale.
Schultz yelled and motioned at the animals to shoo them away, but their response was just the opposite. The smallest cub got so scared he scurried up the tree. Making matters worse, the cub went right past Schultz to a branch overhead, then started crying for his mama. That put Schultz between the frightened cub and its alarmed mother, the last place he wanted to be.
4 Comments:
By 
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Wed Oct 17, 12:31:00 PM:
Interesting. The hunter bearly survived that encounter
TH: How did you find out about this?
By , at
Thu Oct 18, 10:05:00 AM:
Boludo: Esteemed co-blogger Charlottesvillain posted it. A good guess is Chary got if from Fark, where it was posted yesterday.
There's one thing about Fark that should be noted. Yes, the posts are decidedly left-slanted (when you see the 'Hero' tag next to a Keith Olbermann rant, you know something's up), but what really makes the site remarkable is the artistic talent employed in Drew's daily "Photoshop this" challenge. Here's a good example. How these guys filled in and colorized a Leonardo da Vinci drawing is just amazing. Also lots of quirky humor, of course.
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joated, at
Thu Oct 18, 12:57:00 PM:
The story reminds me of a time a few years back when I was bow hunting in Warren County, NJ. I got back to my car after an unsuccessful evening and was putting my gear away in the dark when I heard someone singing "Ninty-nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall" at the top of his lungs. I looked over to see a flashlight waving to and fro in the woods. Another hunter eventually emerged from the forest to explain that he had a huge bear park itself in the thicked below his tree stand just before dark. He never saw or heard it leave and he was not taking any chances. He was pretty shaken but was able to laugh about his close encounter. Oh, he was parked a half mile down the road but saw the lights on my truck and figured there was also safety in numbers as well as a loud singing voice.
By , at
Thu Oct 18, 01:26:00 PM:
First off, if we're offering up bear stories, I only have one quick one, but it illustrates how dangerous they truly are.
When I was a young adult, some friend of a roommate was into bear hunting. I expressed a small interest it and we got to talking. He mentioned that you always had to have either an escape route planned or backup armament, just in case your rifle jammed.
I told him that I'd just strap a big ol' .45 automatic to my hip.
All these years later, and I can still hear his soft chuckle.
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Since it seems to be a slow day in the comments area, I'll offer up another thought about Fark.com.
A few days ago I noted how ironic it was that one of the biggest moonbats out there, Bill Maher, had also put the Truthers in their place better than anyone else I had read or heard. Watch the clip and you'll agree.
Along similar ironic lines, the biggest hope I've been given that we might actually retain the White House in '08 came from a site riddled with ardent Lefties.
On the night of the first televised Democratic debate, Fark opened up an Open Blog for the gang to comment in.
They absolutely savaged the candidates.
Actually, it was kind of sad. It started off somewhat positively ("You tell 'em, Hill!"), but then they became more and more disappointed with the broadcast, and ended up mocking and deriding everything they said. One of the group mainstays said something like, "If these are our choices, we're doomed."
I've been hopeful ever since. :)
