In light of all the animal posts recently, I thought I would share and amusing anecdote I heard about recently.
In the village one of the young men whose diapers I used to change had been out partying. He was definitely inebriated, and walking home along the dirt road in the dim light of a Northern summer’s night.
Apparently, a good sized bear (a 10 footer) was walking along the road in the opposite direction of this young man, and the two of them fetched right up close and personal.
Young man peered at the bear, the bear returned his gaze, and suddenly this young man reaches out and slaps the bear upside the head.
The bear didn’t hesitate a moment, he reared back, gave the guy a swat upside his head, and then ambled off to wherever it is bears amble off to.
The young man in question has the marks of the bear’s claws gouged out along one side of his head and face, as well as an ear that is permanently sliced in half, but no serious injury.
I am glad the kid is okay, but so much for the ravening beasts these bears get the reputation of being!
What a dope! Golden opportunity to knock a bear out with a punch between the eyeses (or at least confirm whether or not this can in fact be done) and he goes and SLAPS the darn thing? Alaskans…
It’s too bad he didn’t confront a polar bear out on the ice.
All he would need to do was chop a hole in the ice and surround it with freshly shelled green peas.
Then when the bear came to take a pea, the guy would kick him in the ice hole. :eek:
Well there’s your explanation right there. He was packin’ heat, fresh heat, in his drawers and a downwind bear figured his smell didn’t rightly qualify as food. Maybe fudging your skivvies provides some previously unrealized Darwinian benefit in predator/prey encounters and 10,000 years from now most folks living in bear-prone areas will have selectively been bred to be skivvy fudgers.
He was a Kodiak lookin’ fella ‘bout 19 feet tall he rambled up over the hill ‘spectin’ me to do one of two things: flip or fly, I didn’t do either one. It hung him up. He starts sniffin’ ‘round my body tryin’ to smell fear, but he ain’t gonna smell no fear, 'cause I’m God’s own drunk and a fearless man. It hung him up. He looked me right in my eyes and my eyes was a lot redder than his was. It hung him up.
