tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066977136147621472.post4908956114902020142..comments2023-06-14T13:47:11.255-07:00Comments on Ramblings from Fink Family Farm: Johnny's BearicadeLinda Finkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021136257176196322noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066977136147621472.post-59601890478348421182010-10-15T17:23:31.618-07:002010-10-15T17:23:31.618-07:00I don't know what kind of bears they have in J...I don't know what kind of bears they have in Japan but they sure don't sound peaceful. Grizzlies are not always peaceful but they don't live where I do. Our Black Bears would have to be pushed pretty hard to attack a human. They do their best to stay out of our way... even when I traipse through their apple orchard at night. However y'all can rest easier because I'm having to change my chore times to keep my horse from being locked up at night next to the bear orchard. I will feed the horses then let them out before dark. Mr. Smith, who usually spends the night in his big pen next to the orchard, was not amused by the bear last night and had a mild colic today.Linda Finkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01021136257176196322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066977136147621472.post-8038598913134397302010-10-15T14:30:06.368-07:002010-10-15T14:30:06.368-07:00Michelle, you ARE lucky you lived to 14. A famous ...Michelle, you ARE lucky you lived to 14. A famous Japanese photographer, known for a life-time of work with bears, decided to sleep in his tent when room ran out at an inn. Even more foolishly, he decided to COOK inside his tent. That night, as he lay sleeping, he was killed by a bear!!! So, Linda, PLEASE BE CAREFUL.... Frying pans simply won't cut it!!!Donna Pizzihttp://www.blackstoneedge.com/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066977136147621472.post-22927170866355698532010-10-14T22:40:06.687-07:002010-10-14T22:40:06.687-07:00Well, that beats my bear stories all to heck, Mich...Well, that beats my bear stories all to heck, Michelle. Thanks for the laughs! Sure glad that bear didn't test your mom's plan...Linda Finkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01021136257176196322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066977136147621472.post-82125345327461551342010-10-14T22:03:45.877-07:002010-10-14T22:03:45.877-07:00One time we were camping out west somewhere. We ha...One time we were camping out west somewhere. We had a tent and grandpa's old big blue pick-up. We went into a campground and there was a hand written sign on the entrance that said "Bear In Camp". That night mom and dad got the bright idea to clean out the coolers, so our entire campsite smelled like food. Then we sent mom out into the forest with all the food garbage from the cooler.<br /><br />At bedtime they decided maybe sleeping in a tent was a bad idea, so mom and dad slept in the truck and I slept in the bed (with the cap on). Mom tied the window of the truck closed with a metal coat hanger and handed me a cast iron frying pan. If the bear came in I was supposed to make a racket so they would wake up. They'd drive the truck away.. meanwhile I could beat the bear with the frying pan. <br /><br />It's a wonder I made it to 14 much less 31. <br /><br />-Michelle-Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066977136147621472.post-11173444900271415552010-10-14T21:42:23.651-07:002010-10-14T21:42:23.651-07:00Famous Last Words. After writing the above blog, I...Famous Last Words. After writing the above blog, I went out to do evening chores... in the dark. As I headed from goat barn to horse barn, my lantern began dimming. Once these things start to go, they go fast. I might make it to the horse barn, but I would not make it back. So I returned to goat barn and retrieved a second, brighter lantern. I'm so glad I did! I saw the eye shine of three deer in the orchard as I walked over, which turned out to be the usual doe and twin fawns, now very grown up. They melted into the trees as I approached. Jessie Anne, my watch horse, was a little nervous as I fed but settled down to eating. So I wasn't worried. Very. I turned off the light in the horse barn after turning my lantern back on and started toward the goat barn through the orchard. Hearing something to my left, I shone my light off the path in that direction. It was a bear. It slowly walked away into the brush and disappeared. This bear was a smaller version of the big male that we saw outside our bedroom window. I called Johnny to see if he wanted to scare it off with a blast from his shotgun that he's been keeping by the back door for just such a purpose. Johnny was in bed. "I wouldn't worry; when the apples are gone, the bears will be gone." Of course he wouldn't worry, he doesn't traipse through the dark at night and run into bears. Both lanterns are now plugged in, recharging.Linda Finkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01021136257176196322noreply@blogger.com