To be specifically specific: he was on his way into the mountains to go falconing with friends, as you do. He picks up the bear carcass along the way. Falconing is so much fun they run late, and he realizes he doesn’t have time to go back and drop off the bear before his fancy steak dinner. The steak dinner is so much fun, he loses track of time, and realizes that he doesn’t have time to take the bear cub back because now he has a plane to catch. So he drives to Central Park (the steak house was not in Manhattan) stages a fake accident with the bear cub and a bicycle he has in the back of his car because he was “throwing it away for a friend,” and then gets on a plane without showering or changing his clothes, after spending all day handling roadkill.
Ron Swanson: “Hold my skinning axe.”
Stranger
I’m hoping to have dinner at the Peter Luger in Vegas when I go back next year. I will report as to whether or not I was in the mood for wild bear meat afterward.