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You hear the twigs snap and the swish of young pine branches in the dead of night and you tumble out of your cozy warm sleeping bag to listen intently.BANG!”Okay…so it’s not your vivid imagination at play.” “Something is really out there.” You quickly finish dressing, grab your hiking staff, whistle, bear spray, and headlight and out you go into the wilderness to check things out. Just down the road, there is a muffled commotion at a campsite going on. There is an excited, but a subdued woman in her late thirties quietly saying, “Shoo…sho…get off there!” There’s a Mamma Bear with her three little bruins carefully, not forcefully or violently opening a cooler [as if she had been instructed by Yogi Bear] swishing goodies out to her youngsters. “What should I do?” she asks. “The usual,” I say. “What’s that,” she questions. “Push the panic button, “I respond. “I don’t want to wake everyone up,” she bashfully says. “Okay,” I say, not wanting to debate the issue, “let’s watch.” “Maybe take a few pictures?” Mamma Bear continued unabated rummaging through the coolers like an excited child unwrapping Christmas presents. All the creatures have some goodie in their mouth and off they saunter away. And where do they go? She and family head back down the trail and park themselves twenty fee from the back of my Alaknak. “Really?” “The nerve!” Whatever they devoured must have satisfied the pangs of hunger for no sooner had they finished when Mamma ordered all three cubs up the tall pine tree. Without even a howdy-do-you-do she rolls over and takes a nap. It’s been three hours since this escapade began and I’m cold and tired. “What the heck,” I thought, “I’m going back to bed. I’m sleeping soundly upon my military cot when the sun breaks through the clouds and aims right through my window directly into my eyes. I yawn and stretch and look out across to my dining shelter to observe two cubs high tailing along the left side closest to Mew Lake. If they did stop to smell for food I don’t know, they and the rest of the family justs kept going. Smart thing – there is no food or even a whiff of the same at my site.
“MFMHUNT” apparently Yeti meets the Grizzly Bear Committee Standards when used with extra long shank master locks. But then I’m >cheap< and haven’t purchased their product. When tripping I use a barrel for my food which I hang at an appropriate distance from the ground. I’m talking Black Bear country. There is a bear bell attached and a motion light. I tend to stay away from fresh meats and such and stay with unrefrigerated foodstuffs. We do enjoy fresh Lake Trout or other similar species and take the usual bear protocols and follow all the safety rules.
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