The bears are my security system. The raccoons good for my blood pressure. The crows my tsunami warning system.
This tragedy began Friday, Aug. 1 when men in camouflage with crossbows parked at the Nesadi corner house, and got ready to go into the gully to hunt bear. I own the nine acres bordering on Sahalee and Discovery Coast. I refused them access. They wouldnt leave. So at wits end I parked the car at the triangle and played loud music way past dark. It kept the bears safe. One hunter was in particular upset. I would regret this.
Now bears are dead about four weeks before entering their winter den after peace all summer.
I feel pain and sorrow. I dont understand why people move here and then want to change everything. Should we not want to keep lands end as God created it?
I dream of a feeding station for the bears with an observation deck so people off cruise ships and other visitors could see the wonder of nature and people living peacefully together. But that would take some enlightened people. This Peninsula has two assets, salmon and bear. Used wisely everyone could benefit.
In the meantime with tears in my eyes, I look up at the night sky, the big bear and whisper, I am so sorry bears, I failed you, but you wont be forgotten, you are eternal. The people that took your life will be gone and forgotten in time.
According to Henry Beston, We need another and a wiser and perhaps more mystical concept of animals so the animals will not be measured by man. They are not brethren, they are not underlings, they are another nation caught with ourselves in the net of life and time.
Fellow prisoners of the splendor and travail of birth. Onward Christian soldiers.