I live in Knoxville Tenn and I hadn't even heard anything about it, of course I don't get to listen to the news too much. That is very tragic. Usually, we get 1 or 2 beer attacks a year and most of the time they are in the spring.
What I thought was pathetic was the way the press was handling it. The report I saw on CNN made it sound like black bears NEVER attack people and that surely there must be something wrong with this one -- like disease, etc. You know -- we have to understand the bear and excuse its behavior.
I agree 100%. It amazes me that even here in Alaska of all places the Black Bear is just not reguarded as the large preditor he is. I couldn't count the times that I have hear "It's just a black bear, it isn't dangerous." I don't want to call it ignorance but mabey complacency. We see these bear every day, they are a part of life here. We chase them out of the garbage cans, take their pictures, hike the same trails, and fish the same fishing holes with them for most of the year. There has not been a bear attack here on the island for who knows how long. That breeds a sence of general disregaurd for this LARGE animal that hunts live prey for food part of the year.
He is a dangerous animal I don't care what anyone says. I even have to get on my wife because she lets our kids run through the berry bushes while they are out picking berries in the same area these animals are doing the same thing. Granted 95% of the time a bear will move out of the area if they know you are there, but I have experienced on a few occasions where a bear has come uncomfortably close knowing I was there. I even had one follow me out of a thicket after two of us had just beat the brush to death trying to find a trail for half an hour. No chance he didn't know we were there and what he was doing and yet I turned around and could have slapped him at about three feet. Tell me that is not a dangerous bear that is comfortable enough to come up that close behind two grown adults.
The only way to treat these animals is with the utmost resect for them and what they are capable of. It is thier wood that we hunt and hike.
The first deer I shot, way back in 1958, was taken to the local meat shop and processed into steaks, roasts and some burger. Back then in that little Idaho town, when you took a deer into the butcher, you got the same deer back. Unfortunately, times have changed. The last time I took an animal to a butcher, in the mid 60's, I don't have a clue who's meat I got back, but I sure don't think it was mine. I ended up throwing the burger as it stunk the house up every time we...