In the late 70's we ate a lot of bear. Several each year. I do not think there was any Crisco brought into the house for about four years as Mom was using rendered bear lard for all of her cooking, including the baking of all the bread consumed by six children.
Each and every one of these bears was killed out of a tree over dogs. But none of them had really exerted himself before climbing the tree. With one exception, every bear had climbed a pine tree within two hundred yards of where the dogs had kicked him out of bed.
Our favorite way to prepare bear meat was as pot roast, including the addition of lots of apples cored and quartered.
