Well, I went to some shindig at one of Shaun's relatives, and we were given a tour of the newly renovated house. We were going into the man room, when I saw something out of the corner of my eye...

I saw a fucking stuffed bear. A black bear. And a cub. The bear seriously looked like it was gonna take a swipe at me.

-shudder-

Scared the SHIT out of me. Seriously.

It kinda made me sad too, because it's a bear and a cub...=/

I lol'd @ propaganda. xD

Aww, I love bears!

My great aunt used to have a bearskin rug, complete with paws, claws, head and teeth back when I was a little kid. She called him Smokey, he was a black bear...no idea what happened to him. My dad only shot one bear, a cub back when I was about six, he kept the claws, ate the meat and donated the rest to a local reserve. The only reason he even considered taking a cub was because there was an insane explosion of black bears in the area at the time, so everyone got a bear tag with their deer licenses. While he was deer hunting a mother with four cubs...yes, four of them...walked past, and he took the smallest one down. He probably did the mother and the other cubs a favor, not to mention the town.