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    Posted: 06 Sep 2018 at 10:43am
Originally posted by Sewer Pipe Snipe Sewer Pipe Snipe wrote:

I was kind of surprised he made it back to Chu Chi alive.


Yeah.  On the other hand, he may have had some helpful intel.
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From Memory that is long spent by used up brain cells. The RTO and ATL were nicked. (that would be Radio Telephone Operator and Alternate Team Leader). No other casualties. The unconscious individual was turned over to G2 as a prisoner in return for a weeks in country R&R. I was kind of surprised he made it back to Chu Chi alive.
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Originally posted by Sewer Pipe Snipe Sewer Pipe Snipe wrote:

With nothing else in his hand but a full can of beer, the patrol's tail end Charlie hurls it at the gook. Knocking him slap unconscious with a hit right between the eyes. 


It's a good thing that tail end Charlie had the presence of mind to react, as well as good enough aim to hit the ARVN Charlie right between the eyes and the luck to neutralize him.  I wonder how many guys he took down before he was stopped?  And what ultimately happened to the ARVN?

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Originally posted by scrivener scrivener wrote:

Gentlemen, that’s my tale of woe. I offer it as a cautionary instruction, lest the same thing happen to you. Never, ever forget to buy ammunition.


Or live in a place with free ranging bears . . . like Alaska.  Or the Appalachians.  They will kill you . . . and eat you too, for that matter.  Happened here to a school teacher from Jones Cove a few years ago.

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Full beer cans have come to the rescue more than once. I heard a tale about some LRRP troops celebrating a successful mission upon return to a Forward Observers Post. The birds had dropped them off, the mission was successful with five NVA KIA's and two pounds of maps and documents. Even survived an encounter with a pair of Tigers. The are gulping beer, chilled with CO2 fire extinguishers. Some cans actually frozen partially. Instead of the normal procedure of a bird taking it up into the sky high enough and circling until the beer cooled down. So suddenly one of the ARVN brings his rifle to bear and starts to spray the Rangers. With nothing else in his hand but a full can of beer, the patrol's tail end Charlie hurls it at the gook. Knocking him slap unconscious with a hit right between the eyes. 

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I’ve lived in my house for about twenty-five years now, and seldom a year goes by without encountering bears on my property, or at least finding evidence of their recent presence in the form of reeking calling cards that they thoughtfully left behind. Three bear encounters stand out in my mind.

The first encounter involved a Black Bear. I tried to scare it away by beating on a pan and yelling, but all to no avail. My wife, The Finn, was disgusted with my ineffectual efforts and took matters in hand by throwing a 16 oz. can of beer at it. The can hit the bear in the head, and he ran into the woods. Although I regarded this to be an egregious waste of beer, I had to admit that she got results.  

The second encounter involved an enormous Brown Bear. One Saturday morning I was sitting in my favorite chair, which was located next to plate glass sliding doors that gave access to my deck. As I watched, a very large Brown Bear climbed up onto the deck, walked over to the glass door, and looked inside at me. He was just a foot away from me, and all that separated us was thin glass. I froze, but again the Finn came to our rescue. She strode over to the glass and rapped sharply on it. The coup de gras, though, was the look she gave the bear. He immediately broke and ran away. I wasn’t surprised at his fear. Sometimes she gives me that same look, and frankly it scares me.

The third encounter involved another Black Bear. This occurred many years ago, and I immediately wrote an account of what happened. I apologize if I have posted it before. The years have taken their toll on my memory.

A BEASTLY ATTACK

By Scrivener

Gentlemen, I have a tale to tell. Last night I experienced something truly horrible. Something happened that was so ghastly and so monstrously evil that, even now, I can just barely manage to put pen to paper and attempt to describe what transpired . In my disturbed and unsettled state, it may well prove to be impossible for me to revisit, even in memory, that awful incident. Yet, although I dread the task that lies before me, I know my duty. I must tell this gruesome tale, so as to alert my shipmates to the danger that yet abounds. So, if you will bear with me, I will muster my courage and attempt to still my trembling fingers long enough to complete this task.

Yesterday was not unlike most other days for this mild, genteel, rapidly aging lawyer. I spent a somewhat idyllic afternoon at the Court of Appeals poring over legal documents. Then, with supper in the offing, and with visions of brilliant appellate victories dancing like sugar plums in my head, I took my trusty companion, Griz The Wonder Dog, for a brisk stroll along Cook Inlet. Griz and I then repaired to our humble abode, where I enjoyed a nice repast with my wife, Stina (aka "The Finn"), and a delightful houseguest, MaryAnn. The point that I am attempting to make is that my life was proceeding normally. There seemingly was order, predictability, and safety. And, in my innocence, I assumed that it would always remain that way. Alas, it was not to be.

After supper we settled in, as is our wont, to an evening of intelligent conversation and witty repartee, with Griz at our feet. We may have had a little wine, too, but only of the finest Australian vintage. The point is that we foolishly believed ourselves to be safe and secure. Little did we know that our world was about to be turned upside down by a savage, vicious bear attack.

What happened next is indelibly seared into my memory. MaryAnn had just finished telling an amusing anecdote, and Griz, chuckling at her ample wit, wandered outside to make one of his periodic inspections of our modest estate. It was at that very moment that my life changed forever. All of a sudden, Griz, whose courage knows no bounds, came running, full-bore, back into the house. His hackles were standing straight up, and he clearly was panicked. And, he was barking frantically (somewhat rudely, I thought, as MaryAnn had just launched into another story).

The Finn, disgusted at Griz’s uncharacteristically craven behavior, stepped outside to see what all the fuss was about. Moments later she herself beat a hasty retreat back inside the house and forcefully slammed the door behind her. But, The Finn is made of stern stuff, and she has abundant experience in chasing bears away. (On one occasion, she evicted a bear off our property by bouncing one of my beers off its head at a range of 10 paces). So, gathering her resolve, she once again ventured forth into battle. She cracked the door and yelled at the beast. Again the bear charged, and again, when the beast was only inches away, The Finn slammed the door on him. Even then, she remained undaunted. She wildly cast about in the refrigerator for her favorite weapon— canned beer— but was dismayed to discover that we were out. All she could find was a can of diet soda, and no one in their right mind fights bears with diet soda. That was it for The Finn. She gave up.

I decided to take matters in hand. At this point, I still didn’t know what was out there, as neither Griz nor The Finn would say a word. I think they were in a catatonic shock. So, not knowing what manner of evil awaited me, I calmly but courageously stepped to the door and peered out. The sight that I beheld made my blood run cold. It was a bear, but not just an ordinary bear. He clearly was Satan’s spawn. Never before have I gazed upon such naked malevolence. It was as though all the evil in the world had been gathered together, distilled into its pure essence, and embodied in one beast. I was transfixed and could only stare with revulsion at the abhorrent, unnatural sight.

Nevertheless, I made what proved to be a vain attempt at scaring the beast away by speaking very sternly to it. That was a mistake. The beast became aware of my presence and looked directly at me. Gentlemen, I can not describe how he looked. Words fail me, and I doubt if the Bard himself could adequately describe the pure menace of the beast. In just an instant, I perceived that he was extremely large. He clearly had an aura of loathsome evil about him. And, his eyes... If only I could erase the sight of his eyes from my memory. I shudder to recall that they were red, and when he focused them on me it was as though they radiated pure, unadulterated hate. All of that happened in but an instant.

Then, in the very next instant, it started getting bad. The beast snarled. And, God forbid, he started to hiss. I hope that no one here ever has occasion to hear the sound of a bear hissing. It is a sound completely alien to our existence. It’s hideous. It is enough to make strong men quail and speak in hushed tones. I’m not ashamed to say that I recoiled (with dignity, of course) and stepped back into the doorway.

In the next instant, the bear charged. I still can not believe how fast bears can travel. He was at least 15 feet away when he started his charge, and he covered the ground between us in a flash. He fairly flew at me, and I barely escaped. With some alacrity (albeit dignified), I stepped back into the house, and I too slammed the door on the Satanic beast. It was a close call. As I escaped, I felt his hot breath on my neck, and I was splashed with his vile and odorous bear saliva.

At that point, MaryAnn joined the fray. MaryAnn is from Germany, and, like many people from that country, she is very down-to-earth and has a lot of common sense. She looked at me and asked, "Vere is your gun, George?" (Sometimes, when excited, she has a little trouble with words beginning with "W".) I thought that was an excellent suggestion on her part. We were trapped inside the house, and Griz urgently needed to go out and pee.

Now, here is where things got really bad. I own a rifle, a shotgun, and a revolver. Much to my dismay, I only had ammunition for the handgun. As I am a notoriously poor shot, The Finn didn’t hold out much hope for me in defending home and hearth with my revolver. I went upstairs to search for more ammo (particularly shotgun shells), but could discover nothing. At that point an idea occurred to me. I have a brick that used to be part of the Berlin Wall. I opened my window and chucked the brick down onto the beast. He looked up into the sky, somewhat puzzled, and ran off into the woods. So, the immediate crisis was averted.

MaryAnn and The Finn were not overly impressed at my lack of preparedness, but at least MaryAnn had the grace to comment, "Vell, at least you had a good German brick!"

So, here I sit. We think the bear is still out there. At this very moment, I’m sitting at my desk with my revolver beside me, and we don’t dare go outside. We’re trapped, and I’m due in court. I don’t think that Judge Mortimer will believe my explanation for missing an appearance, so I expect a big, fat contempt citation. Normality has fled, and my life is in shambles.

Gentlemen, that’s my tale of woe. I offer it as a cautionary instruction, lest the same thing happen to you. Never, ever forget to buy ammunition.

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In 1965 my wife and I drove down from NLON to Wyckoff, NJ, to visit her family.  While at her family's farm, her Uncle asked me to take alook in their huge walk-in freezer.

I walked in and pulled the overhead light cord and screamed and beat feet out.

Dead massive Black Bear carcass on the floor.  It turns out it was a Himalayan Black Bear.

Turns out it had been running wild through back yards in nearby Fair Lawn, NJ.  Police shot and killed it.

They never found out from whence it came - none reported missing from Circus or pet community.
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Remember, you don't have to outrun a charging bear, only your companion on the hike. 

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Originally posted by gerry gerry wrote:

I like maps. This one is not very accurate with regard to Idaho, at least. Our Black Bears cover a LOT more territory in Idaho, and we do have a few grizzly bears. Never encountered a griz, but have met a few black bears when camping. Fortunately for me, the ones I encountered were all non-aggressive.


Damn Jerry- the only bear of any color I might encounter would be on National Geographic on tv! Clap
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Map is not accurate for Connecticut either.  The bear pictured in the hammock in Simsbury proves that.  We have bears in our yard in Bridgewater which is not in the shaded area.
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