Last night, just after sunset, the fella and I had a very unusual encounter. As we approached the front gate to the house we saw that the gate posts on one side of the gate were knocked over. What the heck?
It was dark, but we could see that the trash cans were all strewn about and there was trash everywhere. Lola took one sniff of the area and nearly jumped out of her skin. I was inspecting the posts, and saw that they were snapped in two at the bottom!
At that same moment, we heard a very large animal running away from us, through the garden, and then the sound of scrambling and wires ripping and twanging. Then we heard it tear-assing into the forest. That’s about when me and Lola and the fella all started screaming. The fella went over to the side of the yard where the twanging came from and found this:
The running sound was not the boing-boing of a deer. And it was much heavier than any raccoon I’ve heard. And going through the trash (as well as ripping to shreds an especially stinky bag of organic citrus fertilizer I had on my gardening table) is not really a mountain lion’s style.
It took us a few minutes, but eventually we had to accept the fact that the yard had just been raided (and wrecked) by a bear.
Now, all sorts of folks live amongst bears. They key issue here is that I don’t. And I don’t want to. Sure, my property runs along the Bear River. My high school mascot was the Bruins. And black bears are often seen outside Nevada City, a little town about 20 miles due north and about 1000 feet higher in elevation. But I have never seen a bear in our area and no one I know has either. I am not equipped for bears. I have itty bitty goats and unprotected trash cans. My dog is perpetually wracked with fear over imaginary creatures and can’t be relied on to even scare a turkey out of the garden. My cat, while a total badass, weighs about 7 pounds. When we were fixing up the back door a few days ago we thought nothing of spending two nights with NO DOOR AT ALL.
In other words, we are not bear people.
Paul suggested it could have been Bigfoot. All I can say is, before last night I would have told you the chances of seeing Bigfoot run through my yard were better than seeing a bear.