A few years ago I was in a tee box on a course in Pa. I finished my pre-swing manifesto and as I began my backswing for that phenom I call my tee shot, I heard rumbling in the bushes some 15 feet from me. I looked up and spied a black bea..... two blac.... THREE BLACK BEAR CUBS. Yes, CUBS, shinnying up three trees.
Awwww. LOOK-UH.
Coming from Long Island, NY, I did not know from bears. Well, I RAN back to my cart squealing about the three little bears and ran BACK with my camera. I NEEDED A PICTURE. Well, the other golfers were about to kill me when, as I focused, I hear this hot sounding guwhoosh with a decided grunt at the end of it. Yes, indeedy. MAMA had arrived and let me know what was up. I will find the pics of the babes in the trees but mama told me what to do. Someone flagged a ranger and he came, called someone else and told us very matter of factly... "If they are found, they will be shot". WHAT??? SHOT?? why kill them. I started screaming, 'run for your lives... go... get away' but they didn't understand. Happily, I learned that they were not found on that day.
Talk about dumb. Folks, don't run for a camera. Back away and leave if you can. I almost cost them their lives. They were cute BUT mama kills those who screw with her babies.
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