Don’t mind me…
I’m just a Little Black Rain Cloud. Pay no attention to me.
J’ACCUSE!
SPY!
:eek: :mad: :eek: :mad: 
Nah…the meat is a little too grizzly.
Mmmm…we’re actually going to Bear Trek in White Plains, NY, the last weekend of April…and Bearidise in July…and Convergence in Houston in August…
Busy year, busy year.
That is almost exactly the same tattoo as supervenusfreak has.
looks at the title of the thread and sighs
See, this is what happens when you give Packer fans unsupervised access to a computer…
Green Bay or Fudge? I know. BOTH! 
Well now I just have to share this picture of my mom at work.
Since twickster has resigned from The Coolest Job in the World, I’d like to nominate your mother to take up the mantle. BABY BEARS!!! dies
Your mother is a bear hugger.
Elaborate, please? From what job did twickster resign?
Yes, yes she is. I should have also mentioned that my dear adulterous father, who divorced my mother, was mauled by a bear as a youth, so perhaps that contributes to the fondness my mom now feels for the ursine beasties 
She was, until recently, a professional crossword puzzle editor.
Good God, man, she’s mere seconds away from death! Won’t someone please think of the children!
(Or in this case, the adults.)
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It seems to me you completely overlooked the fact that rabbits are tasty, too…
I’m not sure about bears.
Um, I may be pro bear, but a bear taken in Spring and prepared correctly is tasty, too!
jayjay, supervenusfreak obviously has great taste in tats! I need to get mine touched up, it was itchy and I scratched off the edges in places before it completely healed. I’m wondering what tat Homebrew is hiding?
Phase42 that is a cute blackie cub, and your mom looks very happy giving and receiving bear hugs! The cubs of all the different bears are adorable, it’s in their second and third years that they become a problem. The Kodiak cubs in their second and third years remind me of big labrador puppies, curious and playful. It’s not their fault they don’t know their own strength!
I really do love the Kodiak bears, but they have given me some of the most terrifying moments of my life!
On a brilliant October morning as I dropped the kids off at school I decided that instead of returning directly home I would take a cruise on the 4-wheeler and enjoy one of the few remaining such days before the storms of winter arrived.
I headed toward the upper road, and pulled into the wide spot where it branches off into the upper and lower roads. As I turned the bike I saw that the old sow, along with her four cubs, were wandering up the road toward me. There was plenty of room her and her brood to pass, though I did keep the motor running. Mama bear was leading the way, and her cubs followed in a loose group behind her. These were two year olds, and after the coming winter they would break up as a family; I always felt a bit of melancholy about that, especially in the Autumn, with the family so fat and glossy and content with each other’s presence. One last sleep together, dears, and then life as you know it will change forever.
This morning in particular was spectacular; a sky of deep true blue made the perfect backdrop for the golden birch and bronzed cottonwood which were tossing their heads in the light breeze. A haze of dust in the air seemed to capture and reflect the sun, and it seemed as if I were in the midst of a golden fog. As the bears drew closer the two males rambled off the side of the road. Mama and the two girls kept heading my way, but I could hear the two males crashing around in the brush off to my left a ways. That sow kept glancing off to the bush where her boys were tearing it up, and shooting me sideways looks, flattening her ears.
I was ready for it, but when those two cubs came bounding up the road bank a few scant yards from me, I hit the throttle, made a tight turn and headed in the opposite direction. While turning, I caught a glimpse of that ol’ bitch sprinting after me, while the brothers and sisters gamboled about in the road.
After she felt satisfied that I was no danger to her darlings she headed back in their direction. Once I was certain that I was no longer being chased I stopped and waited for the bears to make some headway before returning to the upper road. When that time came, I made it back to that wide spot, and stopped to watch where the bears were going. The old sow swung her head back to check on me, then headed her family up a bear trail on the other side of the gravel pit. I sat there, on that crisp October morning, watching those majestic royals of the island as they disappeared into the brush, and the sun dazzled through the dusty air in a golden aura about them as the wind sang through the trees in tribute to their majesty.
“Bear Trek”?
OMG! :eek: :eek: :eek:
The Bears have…Phasers.
Be very afraid. :eek: :eek: :eek:
Somewhere, right now, Chuck Norris and Jack Bauer are huddled in a corner, wimpering and wetting themselves.
kaiwik, that’s a great piece of writing!
When I have time after work, I’ll relate my dad’s bear story.
…and children.
The only thing naturally meaner than a bear is a toddler. Lucky for us their teeth are small and nubby or we’d all be dead.
LOL. I did the same thing, not knowing what would happen. I really should get it touched up and consider an new tattoo. I would ask Jayjay to get one also, but I don’t think he likes needles too much.