Where did you get your griz?
It was on my grandfather's homestead near Horse Butte.
We used to hunt the bears at the garbage pits that the Forest Service had dug for the local campgrounds. My brother and I were sneaking into one by Beaver Creek one afternoon and caught a bear in the pit.
My brother shot it and we went over to investigate the bear before my dad made it in with the pickup truck. Bears will eat anything and let their intestines sort it all out, this one was no different, as there was a plastic Eddy's Bread sack coming out of it's butt.
When dad showed up, we didn't really know how to bring attention to the bear's butt, but we had to say something. When we showed him the bread sack, I remember distinctly how he advised us on our discovery. Being a Montana born and raised cowboy, he was never a real diplomat, but he was more eloquent about this than any situation I can recall..."Don't mention any of this to your mother".
Advice heeded and remembered for over 40 years.
