Blogging right now is tough for me. Typing one finger with left hand is slow and tedious. I’ve hesitated to eat out since eating left-handed is “sloppy”. Neighbor Jan enticed me to a Sunday breakfast at the Native Sons Hall. And, I’m getting more adept with my left hand. She was just rewarded with a plaque for being the best CERT volunteer of the year. We celebrated, and heard a great bear story.
We sat across from two guys, one an electrician the other a general contractor. I took their cards and they are around-somewhere. I believe the contractor’s name was Paul Belleni. He was fixing a broken water pipe at a house in Arnold and heard a sound. He turned around to face a mama bear with two cubs. She let out a distinct cry unlike anything he’d ever heard, and the two cubs scooted up trees immediately. One tree bent to the ground with baby in it. Mama bear dashed past Belleni to protect her cub and he decided to run. He went down hill through a gully and ran for his life with mama behind him and eventually came out on the sixteenth tee at Sequoia Woods Golf course. One of the golfers said “Hey, you, what the hell are you doin’?” (Or something like that as Paul whizzed past.) Then they spotted the bear. At that point the bear gave up and returned to her cubs. Whew!
He told us with emotion in his voice her claws were so long they were like a second hand. Looks like a bent tree saved his bacon. The story came to light as I told my recent encounter with a bear, I’ve had four, but none as dangerous as Paul Beleni’s close call. But, my cougar story, hey…another time.