Bear Attack

My people have returned and we are all back at our house, even the little one. I can now share the rest of the details about the bear attack mentioned in my last post. First, here is a little background. My people got together with Bailey Dog's people and traveled to a far away land known as Colorado. It involved a long trip across the vast, barren, wasteland known as Kansas.


After many long hours of travel, they arrived at their rental house for the week.


They planned to spend several days skiing at Breckenridge, CO. One day, one of my people spotted a set of bear tracks near the house.


If those are bear tracks, it must have been tip-toeing. Whatever it was, I could've taken care of it without any problems. Since I was still in Missouri, I couldn't protect them. Despite the warning signs, my people still insisted on skiing. In fact, they ventured into an area that offered lots of hiding places for nasty attackers. The following is a picture looking down at the Black Diamond run "Ore Bucket".


They made a wise decision and picked a different run. There were just too many hiding places for bears. They opted for the nearby blue run "Monte Cristo". It only had a few trees where a bear could hide. It was a seemingly much safer place to ski.

My girl person and Bailey Dog's tall person proceeded to ski quite close to one of the few clumps of trees. In fact, they went right through the middle of a group of three trees and veered right. My bald person tried to follow, but decided to veer left in an attempt to hit an awesome jump. The tip-toeing bear was guarding the approach to the jump. He had cleverly disguised himself as a harmless tree branch. When baldy came flying past, the bear pounced and ripped open his face.

After some discussion as to what to do, the three of them skied to the bottom of the run where they were able to get help from the Ski Patrol. They loaded the injured one onto a tobaggon. With the help of a snow mobile, they pulled him over to the first aid station. I understand it looked something like this.


He was eventually transported to the Medical Center where they sewed his face back together with 7 stitches. You can see in the pictures below that the bear got him pretty good. There is a deep gash about an inch and a half long near his mouth. A shallower cut extends all the way to his ear, and a there was a scratch around the back of his head. There were also some bruises on his lips and and jaw bone.

I have to be honest. I overheard my people describe the attack as an unfortunate run-in with a tree branch. I can't believe my bald person would be stupid enough to do that. I'm sure he is just being modest by not taking credit for fending of that viscous bear. After the bear/branch attack, everybody decided to avoid the mountain. It was a good thing, because they probably would've gotten lost in all the snow. The area received 30 inches while they were there.


There are more pictures to share, but my paws are getting tired. I'll post again soon.