Here's a true account of a bear story at my home in Connecticut....
"HUNTIN, AND KILLIN WITH STEVE"
YEAH RIGHT!!! BUT NOT IN CONNECTICUT........
By Steve Korot
Oh well !!, spring turkeys come and gone here in Connecticut.What to do on a Sunday afternoon but cook dinner for the three boys(oooop"s Men). Maybe if I kick it up a notch with some cayenne, they'll get the hint that I want them to move out already and give my wife and I some peace. The only one to leave was my daughter.....bless her little heart!!!
Man,Oh man , look at them inhale the food. Tonight's simple delight was "SPICED" breaded pork chops and the old stand by, mac and cheese,which was also kicked up a notch.
I can't believe they ate the whole thing, since my wife was working and expecting something
to eat when she came home. After dinner anyway, I asked my son to let the dogs out for their early evening run, when all of a sudden he comes bursting back into the house with his eyes
wide open and his jaw on the floor, without the dogs saying,vI'm not going out there. I said why not,and stop playing around. He said,"THE DOGS JUST TREE'D A BLACK BEAR BEHIND THE HOUSE" I said what,stop joking again. He repeated it again........"THE DOGS TREE'D A BEAR!!"
Of course I then jumped up like a rocket to look at this delhema in the back. Sure enough,down a deep ravine about 20 yards behind my deck, is this bear staring at me through the folliage,and at
same height as my deck. My two dogs,one a Rhodesian Ridgeback ( Bred as a lion hunter in Africa) going about 100 lbs,and my Shephard /Chow,going about 130 lbs got this bear and they're barking and jumping their brains out. All of a sudden, my next door neighbor and his wife, kids and more dogs decide to have a Sunday outing under the tree. Now I got five dogs going nuts,three post toddler children,going look,look. Man,this guy is nuts!! I started screaming that they should get out of there ,but I guess I had to assume they're deaf. Meanwhile I got one foot going towards the bear and one foot going to my gun locker for the 12 gauge. Davey Crockett I'm not,so no knives ok!!!!
Well, I figured ,the heck with the 12 gauge, my luck,I'd take out the guys wife and have a law suit on my hands while getting three squares and clean sheets, so I decided to call the local town police so they could contact the States Fish and Game (DEP). The following is the context of the phone call. Not being able to remember verbatim, I get.....Hello,Torrington Police,Officer
mumble,mumble.I said who?, he said officer mumble mumble.I said this is so and so with my address and he said whats the problem? I said, there's a black bear in a tree behind my house, and a bunch of kids and an adult watching from practically under the same tree. He responded "SO". I repeated it again and said that the family wont move and I want to get my dogs. He said,"OK,I'll call the DEP"I said is that all,how about getting an officer out here to get that family inside. He said sure,there'll be one in a bit and he hangs up.The officer never arrived of course.
About a 15 minutes , I get a phone call from an officer from the DEP.Hello,"this is officer mumble,mumble". I said who?, he said "this is officer mumble mumble".You got a bear in the tree?Yes I said and I explained the problem with the neighbors, that they wouldn't listen to me and get back. He said,when "OUR " officer gets there, he'll get them out of there. I then gave him my address and telephone number and said, how soon should I expect him? He said, well its sunday, I'll have to find someone. I said how long,he said in half an hour......goodbye!
OK,Ok,now you still say, get the 12 gauge......cant do, no bear hunting in Connecticut, and I'm too close to either house to fire a weapon,and in reality I couldn't really guarantee the shot through the brush. So I sat there and watched the bear for an hour .Finally my dogs got tired and came home, while my neighbor finally got the message,got his family and his dogs in. I tried to recall the DEP by using the number on my caller I.D.HEY!, its Sunday,no-one answers. So trying to be a conciencious landowner, I call the local police back to tell them to call the DEP hot line and call off the DEP officer. Officer mumble mumble at the station said, did the bear leave? I said yes,he said ok, I said what about the DEP, he said that's their problem and hung up. A half an hour later the DEP finally calls again instead of showing up, and I told him not to worry the bear had left. All he could say was "did the bear have a tag"To which I promptly said,I don't know and thanks for your time, I think this call was unnecessary that he should have showed up
instead. Some one could have gotten killed if it was a sow with cubs.As it turned out,this was a
young boar,and was just walking on through.Well I guess No-one cares how conciencious you are;
no new throw rug, since I lost the bear,and nothing but the remnance of a burned cold balance of a dinner to eat. So much for a Sunday evening in Connecticut..........................By the way folks, we cant even hunt here on Sundays.