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I live in Montana. Do not go where the berries grow in late summer.
When I lived in Tucson, used to go up to Mt Lemmon a lot. One day in late Oct, I took an elderly gentleman neighbor up there for the first time. He is a naturalist, new to Tucson, and needing a respite from the heat on the desert floor. There are lots of black bears up there and there had been some problems with dogs/bears and dog owners trying to rescue dogs from bears. When we pulled into my favorite area of those mountains, known as Bear Wallow, there was a young yuppie couple pulling in near us. They were in shorts and polo shirts. Had 2 young labs with them, which they let out to run free.
My naturalist companion suggested they leash the dogs. The young man replied (in a rather snotty tone) that the dogs would not bother us and were fine to 'run free'. I tried to let the kid know, gently, that there were bears about and dogs tend to annoy them and make them aggressive and there had been a few bear attacks on dogs in the area.
Mr. Alligator-Embroidered-on-the-Pocket informed me that "It is fall and the bears are all hi-ber-nat-ing!" so his dogs could not possibly be in any danger. OK, here he is, a mostly fur-less mammal in shorts, and he is trying to act like he knows bears and they are all asleep cuz it's cold!?!?!
I must have flushed red in the face, for my naturalist buddy 'shushed' me and led me away, muttering under his breath that, with any luck at all, the young man would be eaten by a large, omnivorous mammal (who failed to get to sleep on time) before the twit had a chance to impregnate the young lady and continue his line of imbecils..."too bad the dogs are likely to get hurt in the process though."
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