If you have been to the Pittsburgh Zoo then you know to whom I'm speaking. I'm not even sure of his name - or if he is actually a HE. It doesn't matter, he/she's unreal.
You forget just how massive this mammal is until you see one up close. Bears are all so often portrayed as fun and harmless, and from 30 feet away he played the part.
The most popular children's stuffed animal? A teddy bear. Winnie the Pooh? A bear. Yogi. Baloo. Honey jars. The Cubs, Grizzlies, Bruins, and, well - the Bears. Sports mascots are not intended to be frightening, but this guy is:
Frightening does this picture no justice! Are you kiding?! Look at him/her! Just try to stop him from taking your pic-i-nic basket - I dare you.
The bear at the zoo is old. There was a sign that stated "under veterinary care." You could see sores on his legs and could tell he was suffering from artheritis. He is an old man, probably enjoying the last few years of his life as he is fed and groomed like only a select few of his kind.
If he could talk and if he didn't want to eat me I'm sure he, like any old man, would have wonderful stories to tell. I wish I could have a beer with him, and then fight him.
I normally feel sad for the animals at the zoo. Both the Black Bear and the Polar Bear were attempting to escape their stone structures by banging their heads against the metal gates that led into the neather-regions of the zoo. Is there food back there? A female/male bear ready to mate? Honey? Probably not. They want out of there. You live your entire life in a 300 square foot area with numerous yinzers staring at you and tell me you wouldn't be doing the same.
But Kody (I named him Kody) was just hanging. Eating vines, scratching himself. Looking at Little Winger and I. I guess when you become an old bear/man things are a little different. Maybe he is at a level of comfort that only he and other old bears can understand.
As much as I dislike animals being caged, Kody showed me that it's not always as bad as it seems. Sometimes you're going to love where you're at - most times you're not - but it's what you do with all of the other time that defines who you are as a bear. Or a human. And that's why bears are my favorite animal.
I'll post some sweet pics of Little Winger, Kody, and myself in the next few days.
Keep it real bears.
Happy Birthday to Pops - the only man I know that would have had to carry a handicap in a fight with a bear. He would have been 53 today.