I’ve made my every other week journey north to rattlesnake country, where Marty lives. Bears and mountain lions and lots of other critters, but only a few people, share this mountain with him. Marty says most folks don’t walk around the woods in these parts without a weapon of some sort. They are scared of running into dangerous (?) animals or paranoid pot growers. I prefer to stay on Marty’s property and not go for walks into the forest after dark. In ten years of coming here regularly I have only seen two small rattlesnakes and one bear. One night we were awakened at 3am by the sound of the trash can being knocked over. I went to the bathroom window, which is on the first and only floor and directly above the 3 house trashcans. Didn’t see anything ’til I looked up and 6 feet from the window was a small brown shaggy bear. By small I mean maybe 300 pounds. We watched him for a while as he casually bumbled around in the moonlight looking for food. We even shone a highpowered flashlight on him and he didn’t seem to notice. After a few minutes he wandered away, out of view. For a while after that incident Marty and I would say to one another “what are we gonna do about the bear?”. So far we haven’t had to do anything about the bear.
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