I first met Bad Bear years ago. Back then, my wife’s family had an old farmhouse up in Vermont. The house was situated on an old dirt road in the heart of a National Forest. We didn’t realize it at the time, but that particular forest was right in the middle of Bar Bear’s stomping grounds. We began to suspect the wily black bear was around when apple pies that were cooling on the window sill started disappearing. Then other things like the last beer of a six pack or the last piece of pizza would disappear in the night. No one would accept responsibility and my wife suspected me! Eventually, after much discord, we finally realized the culprit could only be that ursine rascal Bad Bear!
Life moves on and situations change. I lost track of Bad Bear after the old farm house was sold. Years went by and then one day I got a call from my elderly dad who lives in western Massachusetts. He told me someone, or something, was tearing down his bird feeders at night.
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Honestly, when I heard the feeders were being ripped down I didn’t initially suspect Bad Bear. But as I drove out to my Dad’s house and I began to wonder. My Dad’s house was only thirty miles form southern Vermont. That’s not a far distance for a black bear to travel. I set up a motion-sensor trail cam aimed at the bird feeders then return out east. After a week of the camera taken motion activated pictures I went to check the results. Sure enough, there was a black bear tearing down the bird feeder. Unfortunately, we didn’t get a picture of the bear’s face to know for sure if it was Bad Bear.
We will just have to wait to see if beer and pizza start disappearing!
Copyright 2020 Christopher Donahue