Rose's Saturday Page
A culture clash between man and
October 4, 2008
Man vs Beast:
I grew up in rural Jackson Township...the "woods." I always knew there were bears
in the woods, but the bears were not in my woods. The bears were up north
in places where they were never seen, huddled in dens we knew not, nor cared where.
I hunted, walked and hiked in the woods for most of my life and never saw a bear.
However, that has changed in the last decade or so. I have seen more bears in
the last ten years than in the first five decades of my life. It appears, the
bears are on the move.
bear. Photo by Tribune-Democrat
article in the Tribune-Democrat tells of a 522-lb. male black bear killed
by a vehicle on Chickaree Mountain. Hitting a 100-lb. deer can demolish a car;
one can only imagine what kind of damage hitting a 500-lb. bear does to a car
or truck. A big boy by any hunter's reckoning, and a creature I wouldn't want
to meet during a stroll on the Ghost Town Trail.
spread of suburbia into the domain of wild creatures, the sighting of bears is
on the rise. People have taken up the dangerous practice of feeding them or being
careless with their household garbage. Bears don't care; food is food. And....they
are known to bite the hand that feeds them. Rumor has it, bears have been seen
by early predawn risers wandering through yards here in Revloc. One has to wonder:
Are they invading our territory or maybe it's more appropriately to ask; have
we invaded theirs?
wife devotes a lot of her time to nursing sick birds, and Harold is tired of it.
One evening, he comes home to find an oil-soaked seagull in his favorite chair
while a duck on the ottoman pecks listlessly at an aspirin. He strides into the
kitchen, where his wife is comforting a shivering little wren. "I can't take it!"
he yells. "You've got to get rid of these"
she interrupts. "Not in front of the chilled wren."