Molly and I are both wore out from our mad dash from the bear the other night and neither one of us barely made it out of bed this morning. When we did make it out of bed, we didn't stay out for long. It was a great day for napping. We told our story to everyone that would listen and there was a slight risk when telling the story of us looking like weenies but when it comes to getting all of the ass slapped off of us, being a weenie is a stigma I can live with. Call Molly names at your own risk. Survival is the key and we survived our encounter with a Black Bear. Granted, he is one of the more docile bears in the bear kingdom, but when he stood up on his hind legs, he wasn't asking for directions or wanting to know the name of a good restaurant.
I have been to the spot where we encountered the bear several times and he might actually be bigger than I thought. The angle I was looking at him was actually downward so he may have been a little taller. He was still a very impressive and very beautiful animal. I was lucky enough to see him.
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