Guilty by Species

Before I get too far into todays blog, I'd just like to state how much I hate Idaho weather. After 2 weeks of 60 degree weather, it started snowing last night at 1am and snowed until noon after dropping 6 inches of heavey wet snow. As I write this (3:45) it is starting to snow again.

Now onto todays blog. I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am, I'm not a bear. You may have read over the weekend about the poor 6 year old that was killed by a bear. This act of nature (a hungary bear coming out of hibernation and eating the first thing it sees is natural) was followed by a bear hunt. It didn't take long before a bear was caught and shot.

According to my hunter co-workers - it's actually not that hard to catch a bear. We sell bear bait at my grocery store which is a mixture of turkey, pork, steak, and lamb scraps. Hunters stuff portions of this tapestry of dead animal in a pouch and hang it from a tree. Dumb bears (Honestly how smart do you need to be to figure out that a turkey, a pig, and a cow did not all die in the same spot and then hang them selves in a tree in a pouch.) come along and start to eat the contents when a hidden hunter rifles a bullet into the hungery bear's head.

This is exactly what happened over the weekend. However there is a catch to today's story. The bears that Idahoians kill are killed for food or trophies. The bear killed over the weekend was killed because he was guilty by species. The officials aren't sure whether he was the bear that killed the little girl or if he was just some random bear. If he's the bear that killed that little girl, then the hunt ends there. But if he was just some random bear, then the hunt goes on until it is determined that the human killing bear is dead.

I am almost positive that I would be an unlucky bear. I would come out from hibernation thinking "I got to get myself a woman a some dinner." Smelling the scents of a hot hairy beauty bear, I'd wonder over into that area of the forest. Once there, I'd smell that hodge podge of meat and think "Pork, lamb, turckey and beef? Jackpot!" And just as I stretched my head up to taste it, I'd get shot. All because I was following the beautiful smells of a hottie girlie bear. I am so happy I'm not a bear. I may hate dating, but at least I don't get shot for it. It's better to be a human than a bear.