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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2009 10:57:09 GMT -5
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Post by Randy on May 22, 2009 11:14:50 GMT -5
Forgive me for saying this, but if it were me, I'd say next time I'll shoot the Bear!
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2009 11:18:31 GMT -5
I don't think the guy had time to get to his pistol. Besides, unless you hit a grizzly in the right spot, shooting him would probably just pi$$ him off. I'm sure 99 out of 100 bears run for cover as soon as they are released. This one apparently had a bone to pick with his human captors.
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Post by nikonbob on May 22, 2009 13:16:03 GMT -5
Wayne
That is a very interesting sequence of shots. I think I would want a release from inside the cab mechanism, especially for this species of bear. I would agree on the pistol too. There are not many things more unpredictable than a wounded animal and that includes the human kind. I hope free laundry is part of the job benefit package.
Bob
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2009 14:05:06 GMT -5
Bob:
Looking at the sequence, it looks like the trap falling off the truck probably saved the fish and game officer. It looks like the falling enclosure hit the bear. In the last action shot it looks like the officer is scrambling in one direction and the bear is getting ready to run in another direction. I think the man's leg injuries occurred when he was standing on top and the bear stood up and swatted at him.
Wayne
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Post by John Parry on May 22, 2009 19:57:41 GMT -5
Well he rolled around, on the ground,
Preacher was up and then he was down,
Then the bear gave out with an awful moan,
An' it looked like the preacher was holdin' his own...
Oh Lord! - you delivered Daniel from the lion's den,
Also, delivered Jonah, from the belly of the whale and then,
The Hebrew children from the fiery furnace,
So the good book do declare,
Oh Lord, well if you can't help me, for goodness sakes don't help that bear!
Thanks Wayne - that cheered me up (but commiserations to the officer!)
Regards - John
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2009 20:28:54 GMT -5
John:
I had completely forgotten that song. Did Phil Harris sing it? Don't know why that name came to mind either.
Wayne
Yep. Checked it out on line. Phil Harris did sing that. He also sang "I'm my own Grandpa."
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Post by caperunner on May 22, 2009 21:04:52 GMT -5
Asking for trouble:
Don't think the truck rolling forward helped and next time tie the enclosure down - properly!
Are these experienced wild life people?
sheesh!
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Post by pressman on May 22, 2009 22:24:40 GMT -5
Quite an event.... it was good that the guy survived. My grandparents had farm in an area with a lot of bears, they even had dog on the yard for giving early warning on bears if they come too close to house. From there I learned that if a bear really wants you dead there is not much you can do about it. Fortunately they mostly seem the be either very shy and run away or just curious.
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Post by John Parry on May 23, 2009 9:57:15 GMT -5
Yes, Phil Harris of course Wayne. One of my all time favourites. His big band was excellent, but of course he'll always be remembered for his role as Balu the Bear in Disney's Jungle Book.
I like this one...
THE PERSIAN KITTEN
Phil Harris
A persian kitten, perfumed and fair,
Strolled out of the kitchen door for air,
When a tom cat, big, lithe, lean and strong,
And dirty, and yella came along.
He sniffed at the perfumed persian cat,
As she strutted around with much éclat,
Then thinking a little time to pass,
He whispered “Baby, you’ve sure got class”
“It's fitting and proper”, was her reply,
As she arched the whiskers over her eye,
“I'm ribboned, and I sleep on a pillow of silk,
And daily I'm bathed in certified milk”.
“Folks ought to be happy with what they've got,
I ought to be happy, but happy I'm not,
I ought to be happy, yes I should indeed,
For I'm certainly highly pedigreed”.
“Cheer up!” said the tom cat with a smile,
“And trust your new found friend for a while,
You want to escape from your back yard fence,
Ah my dear, what you need is experience...”
Untold tales he then unfurled,
He told her all the tales about the outside world,
Suggesting at last with an alluring laugh,
A trip for two down Primrose Path...
The morning after the night before.
Our persian came home about half past four,
The innocent look in her eye had went,
But the smile on her face was the smile of content...
In the after years when the children came,
To that pedigreed Persian, of pedigreed fame,
The children weren't persian; they were black and tan
And she told them that their Dad was a traveling man...
A rootin’ tootin’ scratchin’ travelin' man
Regards - John
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