This just in: The bear facts!

What interstate? River falls exit?

john
"George Cleveland" wrote in message
...
On Sun, 23 May 2004 09:39:45 -0500, "Wolfgang"
wrote:


"George Cleveland" wrote in message
.. .

Sounds like a bad dream to me.

Could'a been worse. In retrospect one has to wonder about the wisdom
(let
alone the purpose) of playing flashlight tag with a hungry bear.

g.c.

At least Joel had to wonder why you were at his door with no pants on.

And he was gracious enough to accept the explanation with nary a raised
eyebrow.

Speaking of Joel, he has informed me that he intends to take a friend to
some ultra secret smallmouth hotspot not so very far north of your abode
on
the weekend of June 11. He invited me to join them and says that if your
nice you can come too. Whattya say?

Wolfgang

It sounds like fun. But unfortunately, I will be camping near the Rush
River that weekend with about 50+ other people chasing the sulphurs.
IOW thats the weekend for the WFFP Spring Clave. Don't suppose I could
convince you to change venues? Cyli will probably be there. And who
knows, maybe Kim James will show up to win another rod raffle. It
would be an easy shot up the interstate. The driver could basically
set the cruise control and then amuse himself in whatever fashion he
deems appropriate i.e. brush his teeth, press his trousers, have a
facial done, catch forty winks etc. At least until he hits the River
Falls exit.

This invitation is open to any ROFFian who might like to mingle with
the Cheesehead Nation's finest fly fishers. The sulphurs in question
include the common invarias and dorotheas but also the rarer
needhamis, a size 18 apple green fly. There will be the above
mentioned raffle, a casting clinic, alcohol and big fires.


g.c.

On Mon, 24 May 2004 02:14:50 GMT, "Asadi"
wrote:

What interstate? River falls exit?

john


I-94. Exit 19. South on US 63 to Ellsworth. West on US 10 to
Trimbelle. Campground at the Gas Light Tavern.

Oh, this is all taking place in WI. ;^)

http://www.wisflyfishing.com/cgi-bin...2 2;start=0#0



hth

g.c.


"George Cleveland" wrote in message
.. .
On Sun, 23 May 2004 09:39:45 -0500, "Wolfgang"
wrote:


"George Cleveland" wrote in message
.. .

Sounds like a bad dream to me.

Could'a been worse. In retrospect one has to wonder about the wisdom
(let
alone the purpose) of playing flashlight tag with a hungry bear.

g.c.

At least Joel had to wonder why you were at his door with no pants on.

And he was gracious enough to accept the explanation with nary a raised
eyebrow.

Speaking of Joel, he has informed me that he intends to take a friend to
some ultra secret smallmouth hotspot not so very far north of your abode
on
the weekend of June 11. He invited me to join them and says that if your
nice you can come too. Whattya say?

Wolfgang

It sounds like fun. But unfortunately, I will be camping near the Rush
River that weekend with about 50+ other people chasing the sulphurs.
IOW thats the weekend for the WFFP Spring Clave. Don't suppose I could
convince you to change venues? Cyli will probably be there. And who
knows, maybe Kim James will show up to win another rod raffle. It
would be an easy shot up the interstate. The driver could basically
set the cruise control and then amuse himself in whatever fashion he
deems appropriate i.e. brush his teeth, press his trousers, have a
facial done, catch forty winks etc. At least until he hits the River
Falls exit.

This invitation is open to any ROFFian who might like to mingle with
the Cheesehead Nation's finest fly fishers. The sulphurs in question
include the common invarias and dorotheas but also the rarer
needhamis, a size 18 apple green fly. There will be the above
mentioned raffle, a casting clinic, alcohol and big fires.


g.c.

Wolfgang wrote:



I'm out of the tent in about two seconds......with flashing
waving.....without pants.


Yeah, those bears are even sexier than those Golden Trout!


Willi

"Wolfgang" wrote in message
...
Arriving at his cabin ten minutes later, Joel wonders why I am sitting in
front of his door in my van with no pants on.

Probably the only truth to the whole damn story.


Wolfgang
who is proud to say that he never messed his britches throughout the
adventure.



If I've told Frank once, I've told him a hundred times LEAVE THE DAMN BEARS
ALONE!!!! I swear, ever since the Black Bears started eating tourists in
the Smokies, the word has begun to spread in Beardom that humans taste JUST
LIKE CHICKEN!!! Now I do have to say in Frank's defense, that Tom
Littleton's suggestion that we drizzle Sardine oil all around Frank and
Wolfgang's campsite was a little crass and might lead the bear astray. It
appears this was the case!! Rudie didn't think it would be necessary as he
was already counting on selling off what was left of Frank and Wolfgang's
gear after the bear had dined. Seems he was quite well aware of the bear
and thought having a camper or two eaten by one would make the campground
famous and he could charge admission not to mention the influx of bear
hunters in the winter!
--
Wayne
To Fish is Human...To Release Divine!

Frank's Addendum:

I get back from Lawbster Night, grab a 12 pack from the cooler and head up
to Clave Central to chat. After about an hour, I head back down the trail
to the tenting area. As I get to the edge of the meadow, I hear a noise
behind my tent. I head over there and find a bear pawing through my cooler.
He stands up, reaching about 6 foot tall, hisses at me and then "huffs"
twice. At about that time, Wolfy's sleepy voice (with a tinge of
irritation) comes from his tent; "Frank, is that you?"
I hollar "BEAR" and start flashing my flashlight in the bear's eyes. He
drops to all fours and slowly loaps off into the woods, goes about 15 yards
and sits down. I continue to hollar at it.
Wolfy comes out in his bear baiting outfit (shirt, underpants and
flashlight) and we make all attempts to get the ******* to leave. As
Wolfgang said, this guy wouldn't leave.
I'd been complacent. No probs with bears for the previous 3 years and left
my cooler out. After the bear moved up behind Wolgang's tent, I cleaned up
what I could of the cooler mess and chucked it and some gear in my truck.
Thanks to Tom and Mike for affording me nights lodgings.
Next morning, I went down to survey the damage. The bear had indeed not
left. He came back and made a new front door on my new Kelty tent. He
pulled out my kitchen box and pretty much shredded the contents, eating my
breakfast cereal and bread. He had already eaten the remains of the barley
stew (of course, he did have sour cream with that) and a couple pounds of
butter. He then went back into my pawed through my clothing bag. I then
found my back pain bottle, crushed, but no top. It had about 40 Flexaril
and 10 Darvocet. Well, half of the Flexaril are gone and all of the
Darvocet are missing.
He then went out and shredded the side of the tent and then even knocked
over the plastic tub that had nothing but a propane bottle.
So, barley stew, sourcream, butter, and drugs. Rudy, the camp ground owner,
did mention that there had been a bear at the dumpsters overnight with a bad
case of the ****s. I figure that bear has a real good fiber and grease
system flush in the works. Just follow the **** and then listen for the
snores.
I decided to sleep at Cherry Run Friday night and at the Feather Hook on
Saturday. I did not want to meet up with a high- colonic-loving,
drug-crazed junky bear looking for some Captain Crunch and more milk.
Besides, my tent was now cross ventilated and would not keep out the
mosquitos.
By the way, before the night was out, everyone in Coburn knew me as the
idiot that left a cooler out next to his tent. I even heard about it at the
corner grill and grocery store in town. Oh well, it gave me reason to stay
at Cherry Run Friday night and take everyone's poker money.

--
Frank Reid
Reverse email to reply

On Sun, 23 May 2004 20:23:17 -0400, "Frank Reid"
moc.deepselbac@diersicnarf wrote:


By the way, before the night was out, everyone in Coburn knew me as the
idiot that left a cooler out next to his tent. I even heard about it at the
corner grill and grocery store in town.

Can I give a few camping tips for bear country? I've done what I
recommend and never had troubles when doing so. This one requires an
answer, because it could be long.

BTW, once a bear gets near food, it becomes the bear's food. If you
have some odd idea that just because it was once your food, the bear
will let you know better.
--

rbc:vixen,Minnow Goddess,Willow Watcher,and all that sort of thing.
Often taunted by trout.
Only a fool would refuse to believe in luck. Only a damn fool would rely on it.

http://www.visi.com/~cyli

Although you may count it as bear country, when you are camping, in any
park, you are advised that bears are active in the area. When, in back
country or in any other park, and you have 'aggressive' bear activity, that
park or trail is CLOSED.

Rudy knew there bear was a problem and didn't say a single word to anyone.

Now ding dong the witch may be dead but the bathrooms are a lot dirtier and
are not cleaned every day like when Kathy was there.

Additionally, Steve emptied the trash every single day. Rudly does not.
Steve did not have bear problems. See the connection. Steve also understood
the proper use of birdshot.

Now let's look at this four hundred pound bear with aggressive behavior.
Those that saw him said he was big. A big bear does not leave or seldom
leaves his territory, however he may and quite often does add to his
territory.

Do we see a connection here, that this big bear who has been in that locale
for his immense life has suddenly added the campground to his territory and
Rudidnt'ly didn't say squat to anyone until after the fact. In my opinion he
owes Frank a new tent or at the very least the repair of his old one.

Now, we have a known danger, a known problem and you won't tell me? Ding
dong the witch is dead?

I've trekked and traveled and camped and parked, dug grubs and dined on
packed in steaks.

I have never been in a place that would not tell you of known bear activity.
Deliberately not tell you.

So, if you like a camp that gets dirtier, has more garbage to attract bears,
and is tight lipped about their problems, well ding dong.

Thanks for letting me vent. I doubt anyone at Penns is really unaware of
proper procedures when in bear country. But we are talking a campground with
a swimming pool. A playground. A gameroom.

With summer coming and soon to be filled with tents full of little girls
moaning over the delectable, long, hard, phallic piece of chocolate....or a
little boy lying hot and sweating with the thick heady aroma and warm,
sweet, lingering, greasiness of hamburger all over his face...

Shh. don't say a thing Rudolf. What they don't know can't hurt them. Just
like Bush's sex education.

Hemlock Acres has some nice sites. It used to be, used to be, my favorite
campground. I can't say that any more.

john




wrote in message
...
On Sun, 23 May 2004 20:23:17 -0400, "Frank Reid"
moc.deepselbac@diersicnarf wrote:


By the way, before the night was out, everyone in Coburn knew me as the
idiot that left a cooler out next to his tent. I even heard about it at
the
corner grill and grocery store in town.

Can I give a few camping tips for bear country? I've done what I
recommend and never had troubles when doing so. This one requires an
answer, because it could be long.

BTW, once a bear gets near food, it becomes the bear's food. If you
have some odd idea that just because it was once your food, the bear
will let you know better.
--

rbc:vixen,Minnow Goddess,Willow Watcher,and all that sort of thing.
Often taunted by trout.
Only a fool would refuse to believe in luck. Only a damn fool would rely
on it.

http://www.visi.com/~cyli

On Mon, 24 May 2004 02:14:50 GMT, "Asadi"
wrote:

Rudy knew there bear was a problem and didn't say a single word to anyone.


Geeze. What a maroon. Emptying garbage every day is one of the
things you pay for at a private campground. And not to tell anyone
there was a camp bear? Geeze is not enough for that. I'm sure
someone can think of the proper word for criminal carelessness or
withholding information about the dangers to users (paid at that) of
their property, but I'm coming up short on it.

Doesn't sound like the bear was aggressive, though. Just looking for
food. This is, however, enough to be dangerous to people who've not
been warned and not taken bear precautions. Or even raccoon
precautions. Now _there_ are aggressive little monsters.
--

rbc:vixen,Minnow Goddess,Willow Watcher,and all that sort of thing.
Often taunted by trout.
Only a fool would refuse to believe in luck. Only a damn fool would rely on it.

http://www.visi.com/~cyli

Asadi wrote:
snip

Rudy knew there bear was a problem and didn't say a single word to anyone.

Now ding dong the witch may be dead but the bathrooms are a lot dirtier and
are not cleaned every day like when Kathy was there.

Additionally, Steve emptied the trash every single day. Rudly does not.
Steve did not have bear problems. See the connection. ...

Holy **** !!!! That is the epitome of irresponsibility. That bear,
having once found food in a spot WILL be back, like clockwork, you
can count on it. That fool Rudy has killed that bear.

--
Ken Fortenberry

What's hard vinyl on the outside, Styrofoam in the middle and vinyl on the
inside?

If you said John's chewed (empty at the time ) cooler you are correct! And
if you said John's travel trailer full of food and cooking aromas you are
also correct!

john

"Ken Fortenberry" wrote in message
om...
Asadi wrote:
snip

Rudy knew there bear was a problem and didn't say a single word to
anyone.

Now ding dong the witch may be dead but the bathrooms are a lot dirtier
and
are not cleaned every day like when Kathy was there.

Additionally, Steve emptied the trash every single day. Rudly does not.
Steve did not have bear problems. See the connection. ...

Holy **** !!!! That is the epitome of irresponsibility. That bear,
having once found food in a spot WILL be back, like clockwork, you
can count on it. That fool Rudy has killed that bear.

--
Ken Fortenberry