Don't Poke the Bears
A black bear approached our campsite in Shenandoah National Park, so we slowly walked away. Meanwhile, a man from the next campsite walked toward the bear, clapping his hands and yelling, “GO, BEAR! GO!” Magically, the bear went back into the woods. When it returned hours later, I stood my ground, loudly clapped and yelled, “GO, BEAR!” It didn't work right away as it had for our camping neighbor, but the bear did leave after several rounds. As it lumbered away, I heard someone running toward us. It was the man from earlier. “I forgot to tell you,” he panted, “if you say ‘Go, bear, go’ and it doesn't go, YOU need to go.”
—CINDY STRAIGHT Crownsville, MD
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