Most Unwelcome Visitor of All

Originally uploaded by stellaretriever

I’m an avid Flickr user and in my travels through that little universe, came across the photograph  above and this accompanying story:

I hate bears, and not just a little, a LOT.

Please don’t call it cute (I will delete your comment). It is not cute. It is, at its young age, as un-ugly as they get.

I get raided about once a week and each time leaves me shaking with fear and fury. Fear that the f*cker or f*ckers mom will kill my puppy or me and fury that some millionare bastard in Southern Ontario has ruined my life this way.

The spring bear hunt in Ontario was canceled after a propaganda compain funded by industrialist Robert Schad. He had billboards posted in prominent places in Toronto showing the poor orphan bear cubs and the city dwelling population which never sees one of these bastards goes “oh poor babies” and voted to cancel the hunt.

Some of you are probably my contacts. Let me tell something. There are waaayyy more orphans now. Hunters get licenses to kill specific genders and ages of bear. Males only were done in and baiting was allowed. Baiting may seem really unfair but bait will draw the same bears as will show up in a suburban backyard.

My composters were gone years ago and I’m down to 1 sunflower feeder but still they show up. And I am within my rights to kill them (the gun wasn’t handy today, unfortunately). And what is more, I don’t care if it’s a mom or a cub or whatever – unlike a hunter who has to care or get in big trouble with the law.

Next year this guy will be four or five hundred pounds, and he is getting habituated to people. He’s a time bomb. A terrorist in the making.

And the swamp behind my house where only one bear lived in 1999 now has a least five, maybe more. And there is not enough food for that many bears in that particular swamp. So they are starving.

So I hope the animal rights folks are proud. The woods are full of starving bears. Great job cancelling the hunt.

I think the story speaks for itself and is a passionately-worded description of what it is like post-spring hunt for this Flickr member.