My neighbor told me a story about when he was around my age, some curious baby bears nearly got him killed, and he didn't even touch them or want anything to do with them.
He ended up climbing up a tree into his stand, and supposedly firing off a bunch of rounds nearby mama scared her off. He didn't want to shoot her, and was only going to do so if she actually came up the tree.
And I told him, "This is why I stay out of the woods." Well, bears and the damn Blair Witch.
He ended up climbing up a tree into his stand, and supposedly firing off a bunch of rounds nearby mama scared her off. He didn't want to shoot her, and was only going to do so if she actually came up the tree.
And I told him, "This is why I stay out of the woods." Well, bears and the damn Blair Witch.
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