Bears are okay in the winter time, but in the summer it’s a whole new ballgame.
The bears stayed home this summer opting not to take their annual sabbatical up north. Instead I was treated to their constant partying out on the deck never letting the camp fire grow dim and the barbeque grill always cooking something. Week after week it was the same songs sung with drunken passion as they filled their faces and bellies. Would that keg ever run dry?