amorfus From there Elisha went up to Bethel. As he was walking along the road, some youths came out of the town and jeered at him. "Go on up, you baldhead!" they said. "Go on up, you baldhead!"

He turned around, looked at them and called down a curse on them in the name of the LORD. Then two bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of the youths.
daanuh there are bears in these woods.

hold me im scared.
melvinwang bears can hold you too, they're so cuddly... and dangerous... just like lovers 010504
jester DAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Bears 010607
baby satan irreversably linked to the enigma-wrapped-in-a-length-of-carpet that is love. too bad they're dead in that linkage. or, if you're a bear-hater, the opposite is true. 010607
achenar behind you in the forest, like invisible tigers.
please, please, run away.
run, run, run...
251-1415 The Two Biggest Bears Form a Local Myth
By Rob NeufeldJuly 5, 2002 1:05 p.m.
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Perhaps the two biggest bears hunted in this region over the last century appeared fifty years apart, and Tucker Anders of Dillingham was involved with both of them. Anders is one of the veteran hunters in the Pisgah National Forest area whose ancestors have passed on the tradition within families.

A couple of years ago, Anders was camping out near Pensacola, when two of his buddies, out collecting wood on a lumber road, saw a couple of fair-sized bears returning from a foraging expedition. An approaching big snow accounted for both the human and ursine activities.

Alerted back at camp, the men let loose their hounds, prized Plotts trained by Hoyte Dillingham and his expert partner, Charles Hensley. Fallen snow had already smothered bear tracks and scent, but the dogs sniffed fur-brushed bushes until a trail dog scratched his way under a pile of tree tops piled up by a lumber company.

Suddenly, five grown bears came out of the tangle, the biggest one not running, perhaps having decided to sacrifice himself once his lessers had foolishly revealed themselves to people. "That was the most exciting thing I ever saw in my life," Anders says, "those black bears coming out. They were so dominant against the white snow."

A half century before, another huge bear was caught in similar conditions-looking for a last gorge before a freezing storm in Craggy Gardens territory. Normally, bears there took sanctuary in watershed zones, off limits to hunters; but good food could lure the hungry animals away.

It was in a beech tree grove that teenagers Tucker Anders and Sammy Hensley saw bear-raked dirt. The two fast, tough fellows set two fast, tough dogs on the bear's trail, dashing and crawling through laurel thickets and rock clefts for two miles. When they found the bear's nest, they called the pack, which cornered their prey against a cliff. From a hundred feet above, the hunters viewed the stalemate and delivered the fatal shot.


The adventure wasn't over. Anders and Hensley had to bring back men, tow sacks, and flashlights, for night had come. Men expert at butchering had to dress the bear on the spot, and then it took ten men to haul half the meat. "Some of the men fussed because Sammy brought the hide out and left some of the meat," Anders says.

Anders' father, John, fainted from a minor heart attack, trudging home laden, lifting his legs high in the ground- covering dog hobble. Hensley's trophy hide covered a garage door and then a barn side in Dillingham for years before falling apart. Bear hams the size of footlockers filled a Dillingham General Store meat case. Two weeks after the kill, the men went back to Craggy to retrieve meat that had been hanging in trees through an icing storm; but the bear parts were gone, scattered like the mythical Osiris.

Rob Neufeld writes the weekly local history feature, "Visiting Our Past," for the Citizen-Times, and may be reached at 251-1415 or
nom my grandpa used to kill bears
my mom used to eat them
nom "bears bears
running around in their underwears"

"bears bears
jumping down stairs"
nom "...everywhere!", my version 060808
nom 88? 060808
correction *bears, bears, bears,
not bears bears
what's it to you?
who go