Call me brave, call me foolish, call me lucky. I've had one bear encounter up close and personal. While deer hunting in mid October, with about 6 inches of snow on the ground, I heard someone rummaging around just outside of my tent. Then I heard the sound of a Pepsi can being opened. I thought that this was awfully strange, seeing that it was 3:00 a.m. I knew my friend Jerry likes his Pepsi, but at 3 o'clock in the morning? Curiosity got the best of me and. wearing my longjohns and a pair of moccasin slippers, I unzipped my tent and stepped out, only to find a 300+ pound black bear in the midst of raiding our food. Jerry was fast asleep in his trailer (some of you old timer members here might remember "Poocher, the little trailer that could") with his teenaged son; slept through everything.
The sight of a bear raiding our grub on the first night in camp p*ssed me off! I BOLTED out of the tent, yelling and screaming while running at the bear in attempt to scare him off. It worked! The bear took off like a scalded cat, down the side of the mountain and into the forest. Jerry was awakened by all the commotion and came out to see what was happening. Further investigation revealed that the bear had first taken a tub of red licorice ( you know that big container that Costco sells?) out of his the back of his jeep and devoured the entire contents. I guess he wanted something to wash it down with so he dragged a 12 can brick of Pepsi's to the back of the camp and chewed on 7 or 8 of them. Still hungry I guess he came back into camp and broke opened the cube of Pepsi 'a and bit down on a can. This must be what woke me up.
I never thought about being scared. or grabbing my GP100, or anything sensible. I just knew I didn't want to share our groceries with an uninvited bear. Hell no! I was glad he didn't get into any of the coolers full of the good stuff: steaks, eggs, fruit, cheese, cookies, sausage, bacon etc. All we lost was a few Pepsi's and s tub of licorice, along with some sleep. I guess I was instinctively protecting MY territory and MY food source and acted accordingly. I guess I caught the bear by surprise and scared HIM! I don't know. It wasn't until sunrise that my rash reaction and behavior hit me. Not the smartest thing I've ever done, in fact it is probably one of the stupidest things I've ever done.
As it happened, a mutual friend of ours happened to drive by our camp that morning and we told him what had happened. He decided to see if he could track the bear, so we wished him luck and he headed down the mountain after the bear and we headed off up the mountain to begin our deer hunt. When we came back to camp a few hours later our friend was in our camp putting the finishing touches on field dressing the bear. He told us came upon the bear about a mile from our camp. He gave that ol' bear a Texas heart shot and got him up to our camp. I'm glad the bear got a last meal... 😋
Sometimes the bear gets you, and sometimes...
By the way. Jerry's son Shane still has one of the Pepsi cans with the bear's teeth marks in it.