The bear is back. Today is garbage day in my neck of the woods and he hit two garbage cans this morning. When I found out, I was mortified because I knew today was the day I’d see it, but also the day the bear would be shot. I did not want my first bear sighting to be of it dying. Luckily, killing it is only a last resort, and our neighborhood bear hasn’t used up all his chances yet. He would simply be tranquilized and relocated.
After the first sightings, reporter and I met up with the Division of Wildlife Resources to go bear hunting. I was pretty excited, but it ended up being not very exciting. We simply sat on a dirt road waiting for a phone call that never came. It was terribly hot out, and the bear had already pigged out on two garbage cans. He had likely fallen into a food coma in the forest. We didn’t know where he was and wouldn’t until that phone rang. But it never did.
All was not lost though. Besides learning oodles upon oodles of information about the animal, I got to hang out the DWR’s own bloodhound attack dog, Curly. Ain’t he precious?
