Bears will enjoy thrashing ANYTHING left unsecured.

Bears will enjoy thrashing ANYTHING left unsecured.

Having seen the mess the night before, I woke on August 9 and headed over to where I had staged lumber and other supplies earlier in spring. In my absence, a bear or bears decided to have a little fun with my supplies. A role of felt paper was shredded many layers through, and screws and nails were piled up on the ground, hard to see when mixed with grass and twigs. It took roughly 30 minutes to get it all picked up, down on all fours, scouring the ground for hundreds of steel spikes that could someday puncture my ATV tires.

When finished, I stood, now taller than the surrounding ferns, with a bag of collected mess and began to walk toward the cabin. I heard quick rustle in the brush a ways behind me, down a gradual slope, like the sudden few steps of a moose that had just noticed me but wasn’t afraid enough to run off. Was it a moose? This wouldn’t be the first time. A bear? I couldn’t see a thing. I grabbed my camera in one hand and bear spray in the other and walked back to where I had been cleaning.

This little guy (as big as me) was sneaking up on me while I was cleaning his mess from days before.

This little guy (as big as me) was sneaking up on me while I was cleaning his mess from days before.

Sure enough, a little black bear peered out of the ferns, came a few steps closer and began to assess just who and what I was. He was cute… for a little bastard that enjoyed making a mess of my things. I snapped a couple photos, stood high on the platform that was stacked with lumber, stomped and yelled loudly. He darted off, scared to death. It was pretty funny, and I was amazed at how fast the little guy could go. Although, I doubt it’s the last I’ll see of him.