Sometimes you get these little profound experiences that you just know will stay with you for a lifetime.
It was 5:30 yesterday afternoon. I was laying on the bed, watching NFLN, my wife was in our office, playing computer games.
Preface-
I have two "main" entrances to my home, the "formal front" and the "neighbor/friend" side entrance. The front has a bell-tone of "ding-dong-do dah" and the side just "dings"
Anyway, I'm layin in bed, minding my own business, and my house phone starts ringing. Simultaneously, my cell phone rings, my wife's cell phone rings, and someone is at my side door entrance, banging on the door-bell, repeatedly--- "ding- ding-ding-ding", etc.
I can barely hear, plus I expect my wife to take care of bullshit, so I basically attempt to ignore all this. Unfortunately, she figures it's a side entrance thingy, so that's my department. We both figure out that neither of us are going to take care of it for the other at approximately the exact same time- Hope I'm painting the picture...
Enroute to the side entrance is our family room. Through the family room is our rear entrance, a set of glass french doors. I'm rolling to the side entrance, my wife directly behind me, and I just happened to glance to my left through that family room.
"Holy shit!" is all I could say. My wife, directly behind me, obviously looked as well, and all she could come up with was, "HOLY SHIT!"
Biggest fucking Black Bear I ever saw, including the zoo, down on his haunches, chowing down on my next door neighbors bird-feeder, not 12 feet from my back entrance in the middle of my backyard. Not a care in the world. My neighbors were on the sidewalk taking photographs of him. I don't even back to woods. My next door neighbor does. You might remember that he is the one whose wife opened her garage door (the INSIDE one) to a 615 lb. black bear in her garage last year, eating her garbage.
This one is bigger. He stayed for 15 minutes, right there, having a good 'ol time with that bird-feeder, until one of the folk on the sidewalk did something that startled him. He got up, then stood up (my God, he was massive-and beautiful) then ambled about 12 feet to my left. I took that opportunity to try and take his pic by stepping out onto my back patio. He didn't like that, stopped, turned, and took a step towards me. I assure you he scared me more with that single step than any towel-head ever did, lol
He then turned back around and ambled off, stopping once in my other next door neighbors yard, to have another look at me, as if to say, "you can still kiss my ass."
God, he was magnificent. My neighbor called the cops. The cops were kinda like, "WHATever", 'til they saw the pics my neighbors WERE able to get of him...
6:30 to 1:00 AM-- Cop car, right at my curb, cop with night vision goggles.
This is a big boy. They'll get him. (It'll be a dart, not a trap, my prediction- this guy didn't get this big wandering into traps-see what I'm sayin'...)
I'll post the article when it happens.
Way beyond cool for a suburbanite. This ain't friggin' Alaska for cripes sake.