Guys, there are bear story updates.
I'd met a guy on Thursday night at our local A&W who had just bought a '55 Ford truck project. I told him that I had a parts truck for him. He came out on Friday afternoon and we took a tour looking at all of the cars, trucks and tractors. As we were approaching the old grain dump I told him the story of the bears. He'd been in the city all his life and really didn't like bears, but he must have had a morbid fascination of his own fear. Still, we peaked around the final trees and sure enough the two cubs were there. Soon after that we left the scene; no calling out to see if the mother was close by, nothing. ------- He went and got into his truck and didn't buy my parts '55.
Last night I was doing some yard work smoothing out a swale ditch, because it was finally almost dry there. I was going to where I'd dumped the rotting grain to get a bucket full of field topsoil that was mixed in with the grain. The bears were separating the grain from the dirt quite a bit so I was taking some topsoil. I was just going by the garden when I saw a biggish black bear in the yard near my machine shed. Again, I thought about taking a picture. I got my phone out of the holster and got it turned on, while still driving the tractor right at the bear. There was this low battery signal again on the screen, but I figgured out how to delete it and got the phone onto camera, forgetting that the bear wasn't wanting to wait for me. He ran into the bush, but I got a picture this time ------ of where he had been.
The black circle is where I had first seen him, and the yellow one is where he went into the bush. See, I'm getting better at this all of the time.