I knew I had a bear. I saw claw marks on some trees up about head, and chest high, and several large holes dug in the ground. A little while later, I saw the bear as I was working on my cabin. Now it appears he is playing around with my building supplies.
I will definitely have to keep my food safe, and out of reach now. When the weather is nice, I like to keep the doors open at my place. It makes me wonder if he might decide to come inside for a visit, sometime.
About a year ago a bear got into a fellows car nearby. He managed to get the door open, and climbed inside. The door closed, and he couldn't get out. He started blowing the horn. There he was sitting in the driver's seat, holding onto the steering wheel. A brave policeman opened the door, and the (embarrassed) bear got out, and headed for the hills.
[Later]
