Robert Biggs, 69, was in the Bean Soup Flats near Whisky Flats and wanted to get back to Paradise. The California man was watching a family of bears and had decided to go home when he was attacked by a mountain lion. However, before the lion could kill him, the mother bear ripped the lion off of him and fought the lion until it ran off. The mother bear then went back to her cubs and left Biggs alone.
The most important aspect of this story is that, months before 2012 season, the Bears beat the Lions.
Once again the majestic Bears show their strength and transcendent power. A meat packer from Wisconsin did not save Biggs. It was a bear.
The other team in the news this week has a far less compelling tribute. When a convicted sex offender and child killer Jesse Joe Hernandez, 47, was about to be put to death this week, he was asked for any final words. Some such condemned men use these words to call for an end to the death penalty or ask forgiveness. Hernandez chose “Go Cowboys” as his final words before being executed.
Source: Paradise Post
idealist707 1, March 29, 2012 at 3:33 pm
Dredd,
You obviously did NOT insist on kissing them in front of the video camera.
They say familiarity breeds contempt—-and prepares a good supper too.
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Stay as far away from “they” as you can, because “they” is another word for bear shit.
EMW1 1, March 29, 2012 at 10:10 am
“How can you tell it’s grizzly scat and not a black bear’s?
It has little bells in it.
hahahahahahahaha!
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Obviously you are ignorant as to the location I was in reference to, and obviously ignorant that “those little bells” are inside the cameras of photographers who sneak up on certain bears to get a “close up.”
That surprises the bear, and who knows what happens next.
Many times the little bell inside the photographers camera is found by Oro Lees boy scout troop looking through pictures in the library.
If you and Oro want to visit the three locations that have the most bears per square mile, and the largest bears, on Earth, I know the territory very well.
If not, fuck off.
The main rule you had was to stink like a bear—just not like a fearful bear.
Kodiaks. They are the ones Sarah wrestles with, particularly the ones who swim over from Russia.
Dredd,
You obviously did NOT insist on kissing them in front of the video camera.
They say familiarity breeds contempt—-and prepares a good supper too.
Oro Lee 1, March 29, 2012 at 8:55 am
“How can you tell it’s grizzly scat and not a black bear’s?
It has little bells in it.
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That is why you don’t use sissy bells.
Grizzlys are the smallest of that type bear. Next comes Brownies, then after that Kodiaks.
Been amongst all of them.
They all follow the same rules.
Doubt will put your stuff inside their stuff.
If he’s from Paradise California, the Bears this guy follows is Cal.
Go Bears!
Well this one made me chuckle. Can you imagine how that guy felt? Perhaps he had a King Kong moment where Kong was fighting with the dino over the girl? I’d say this guy should be sitting out honey pots in the woods for a while!
Jeff Metz
http://www.mostly-right.com
If you haven’t read Bret Harte and missed the Gold Rush, you can still visit Paradise by heading north from Sacramento – but don’t spend too much time looking for bells in bear scat; unless you can figure out how to make a series on Discovery about it.
Excellent advice and jokes.
One addition:
Don’t go near anyone with cubs, including women.
Still feeling rejected…. The bears still play football?
Hilarious Oro! That is one lucky guy. He should go out and buy a Mega Millions ticket while his luck is holding out.
Oro Lee1, March 29, 2012 at 8:55 am
“How can you tell it’s grizzly scat and not a black bear’s?
It has little bells in it.
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hahahahahahahahahahahhaha!
oh dear….
so I don’t ‘get’ this weird bizarro post….not everything is a metaphor…and the whole sports thing? well most things are not sport….
“How can you tell it’s grizzly scat and not a black bear’s?
It has little bells in it.
hahahahahahahaha!
Inuit hunting guide: “Grizzly bear is good bear; not like black bear. Shoot black bear, he runs away. Shoot grizzly, he comes to you.”
“How can you tell it’s grizzly scat and not a black bear’s?
It has little bells in it.
I have slept in a sleeping bag on the ground and hiked in the area of most-bears-per-square mile on Earth.
It is unnerving if one forgets that they follow protocol, and generally will not attack or harm without reason.
One rule … never surprise them, because their software can’t handle it very well, and it is uncertain / random what they will do.
When I hike in that territory I carry a bell on my backpack, or anything that will make a noise so I don’t walk up on one and surprise it.
Also, when sleeping in the sleeping bag on the ground, tie some sound making things like bells in the bushes all around. The wind and movement alerts them so as to avoid surprise.
Surprise is not limited to evidence in lawsuits.
Just saw this on another blog and being lawyers you might appreciate it.
“Just because that is the reason you are in a tizzy, doesn’t mean that the people you always make your unwarrented assumptions about act the same way for the opposite reason.
Read more here: http://www.newsobserver.com/2012/03/28/1963450/to-our-health.html#storylink=cpy“
Obtuse. But, the dog pack figured it out. The dead guy car go meet his maker. The people of whatever state that was, which killed him, have some explaining to do when their time comes because the People of the Great State of blabla violated the Sixth Commandment: Thou Shalt Not Kill. As to the Cowboys: the Cowboys can come or go. As the Chinese innkeepers say when they ring up the tab for a night’s stay: You Come, You go. Dead guy is probably reincarnated as a cow, and he is getting run around by people on horseback as we speak. So, you see he was praying for limbo–that he not be sent to hell. He was not real articulate at that moment near death so it was the best he could come up with at the time and he was upset about ready to puke.
And that, is the best that this dog can make of this morinings post–or as the dogs in my pack called it, “a people riddle”. Blackbeard, who is a Labrador in the pack, calls such things “a people fiddle”.
TalkinDog
Well, this makes me glad that the mountain lion who left tracks going up the same hunting knoll as mine didn’t show up again. There are no bears to the rescue at Ft. Huachuca, AZ. That i know of??? We had wolves too.
I shot my first and last deer there. Swore off hunting, looking afterwards at what I had killed. The family who got the hind legs were happy for them.