An unprovoked bear attack on Gary's snow machine led to a couple of all night vigils, waiting for the culprit to show up again.
The thing continued to terrorize the neighborhood for two more nights, dumping out bags of aluminum cans and prowling around the chicken coop. The third night, Gary was determined to shoot it.
We waited up with the window open so we could hear the thing. Around 12:30 pm we heard something thump against our cache door. We looked out the window and there he was standing on his hind feet, with his front paws pushing on the cache door. Gary had his rifle ready and when it got back on all fours, he shot him. One shot in the head was all it took. Our neighbors, Mike and Sheldon came to help gut it and hang it in the airplane hangar.
The young male black bear measured about 6ft. and weighed around 300 lbs. Gary skinned it out the next day. He hopes to tan the hide and make a bear skin rug for our living room
He said his back was getting tired by the time he got to the head! We cut and wrapped it the next day and had bear steaks for supper. It doesn't replace the almost new snow machine seat, but revenge never tasted so good!