And a nice new bear skin to snuggle on, under and ummm etc
Beck’s barely surviving the Feral hogs and angry bear. It takes real commitment to live a rural life in the South Arkansas woods.
The bear has your attention now, but don’t forget to keep an eye out for those hogs. Maybe the bear scares them too?
I’m ‘so’ watching for hogs while outside. I have a renewed fear. I got really scared during the big pig shoot when several of them got out of the barricade.
I’m a good shot. I know how to handle guns. Mr.Wrekker has been insistant that I shoot regularly on many guns.
But, saying all that, this bear and the pigs have put the fear of god into me. Jeebus, I’ll have 4 grandkids running around here this week. I’ll have to warn my girls about the kids going outside. Ugh.
I took the house doggies on a romp. I had all my accoutrements on board. No sightings of scary wildlife, except a frog:eek:
Some of my students attended a little elementary school out in the wild. They spoke nostalgically about “bear drills” and what happened that one time when a bear wandered onto the playground at recess–a calm and orderly retreat into the school, thanks to the drills. And the kids did pretty well, too.
God forbid, one of the GrandWrekkers coming in the house with a wriggling bundle, “Gramma, Gramma, Gramma, I got a pig just like you!”
“Everybody pile in the truck, we’re all going to the ER for rabies S-H-O-T-S!”
"“Take the turkey out of the oven, we don’t want turkey-jerky this Thanksgiving!”
>>>>>hours pass<<<<
Tired, sleeping babies with red, swollen, tear-stained faces are brought into the house and placed on various beds. Two fat, scheming Siamese balance their fat bodies on the overhead beams, and smirk. A stripped turkey carcass sits in the middle of the kitchen floor.
Outside, in the back of the house, black bears and evil, conniving, infested pigs dance in the trampled remains of Bekker’s garden.
We shall never forget Thanksgiving 2019!
~VOW
DIL has been formally warned about Mr. Bigass Bear. I dare that Bear come in contact with her. He’ll wither and run far away.
Really though, we’re on high alert.
Mr.Wrekker has re-instated the ‘coyote protocol’. That is: 1.be aware of what’s outside before stepping off the deck. 2. Never wander without a weapon. 3. Scan the treeline while walking. 4. Make lots if noise.
God help me.:smack:
Be sure that Mr. Wrekker knows how to survive a bear attack.
Just remember to put on your innocent face when Fng comes around months from now to finally resolve the issue. Nope, no freezer fulla meat and why this raggedy old thing? You flatterer, we’ve been using this thing as floor covering for AGES, but surely my housekeeping skills are not so good as to keep it looking brand new, what are you up to you shameless flirt, refill on your lemonade? The bear? No, haven’t seen a sign of it for quite some time, must have wandered off somewhere to hibernate for the winter but you can be sure I’ll ring you right up if it comes back in the spring.
I’m thinking if a bear got the jump on me and had me by one arm I’d be wanting a big ol’ handgun that I could deploy with the other hand.
I’ve never shot a .30-06 but I have shot a .308 which is in the same ballpark. A fearsome round which I would think would stop a black bear in it’s tracks. Are you using hunting (soft nosed, expanding bullets) or military style jacketed bullets?
Full metal jacket, baby!
(I’ve been thinking on a pistol)
Whoa, Bella! You GO, Girl!
~VOW
Hella, Bella!!
Never, ever even consider shooting a bear with a handgun.
Alas, you are correct.
Mr.Wrekker left out of the door laughing and shaking his head.
At dinner I had all the kids and grandkids around. We talked over the bear situation. I told the girls to keep the kids on short leashes.
Mr.Wrekker restated the importance of this protocol. I think we’ll be ok. Fingers crossed.
Once he has you in his grasp, a .45 ACP up to his temple, why not let rip a half a dozen rounds, just for fun?
Messy, but effective.
Ah heck, I’d forgotten bout this story, Beck if a 69 year old man can fight a friggin kodiak to the death in a knife fight and win, yer bear ain’t got a snowballs chance, cuz y’all got guns and no deer dressing chores to distract you, right? Plus no bloody deer carcass and and entrails to attract said bear
Warden said the bear was attracted to the pond and fish therein.