WARNING: Below lies a Sad Story. Don't read it if you don't want to feel saddened.
OK, let's fast forward to the years of 2007 and 2008. By and by, after I took the job at RSVP, I told this story one day in the EICAP lunchroom. No one believed me. In fact, they all looked at me like I was a pathetic liar. Their treatment of me stung and hurt my feelings. If I tell you a story is true, you better believe it. I will ALWAYS tell you if I am reciting a piece of fiction or embellishing a tale. But a true story is a true story and that's that. Anyway, I began to get some ribbing about "the bear story" and that hurt my feelings even more. So, I called up Mom and asked her if she had a record of the bear bite. Mom saves everything and would shame even the world's most prolific pack rat. Surprisingly, she didn't have the record and I was even more bummed out.
Well, Mom took my request for that record as a personal challenge. Unbeknownst to me she took on the Yellowstone National Park Administrative Establishment in a way that only my Mom can do. She pestered them until they had no choice but to find the record to get her our of their collective hair. Soooo.....one day, much to my abject and utter surprise up shows a copy of the record of the bear bite. Oh, how excited I was as I began to read the report....until I got to the last line. As a result of our boo-boo stupidity in feeding the bear and receiving the indignity of a superficial injury the bear was shot later that day. End of Yogi. I was crushed to learn the outcome of that day oh, so long ago.
There's a saying that a "fed bear is a dead bear" and I played a role in perhaps the early coinage of that phrase. The death of the bear continues to haunt me and I will always feel foolish for that episode in a Past Life.
OK, let's fast forward to yesterday when the news broke about the killing of a hiker by a grizzly bear in Yellowstone National Park. It's very sad when anyone dies from any cause but somehow a death-by-bear seems to magnify the sadness exponentially. Last summer, some of you may recall I started a blog called "bearnoia.com." I actually had to stop messing with it because it was so incredibly sad to write than I simply couldn't handle the intense sadness in studying the details of various bear incidents and deaths. There's no way I will revisit that bear blog gig.
However, when a grizzly kills somebody in Yellowstone for the first time since 1986, it's Big News in this neck of the woods and so I read extensively about it last night. In a Reuters article, I came across this quote:
"Authorities are still investigating the circumstances of the attack, but initial information indicated the mother bear behaved normally in defending her cubs and would not be killed as a result of her actions, park spokeswoman Linda Miller said."
My, my, what a difference 53 years makes in bear management. A bear is shot in 1958 for eating cookies and gumming the knee of an Indiana kid. A bear kills a man in 2011 and stays alive for behaving "normally." My heart goes out to the widow and the Families involved. May God's Grace comfort them in their time of grief and sorrow.
Below are scans of the documentation of my incident. jp