City folks are amazed and alarmed.
Some want to catch the neighborhood bruin and housebreak it while others want it shot before it has their kids for lunch. I grew up with them. When my father was building our house on the shore of Lake Thompson, near Rhinelander, we camped out one summer night under the rafters. My father, awakened by a scratching sound, turned on the flashlight. The bear hightailed it for the woods.