[Outlaw4033]

I grew up in Winter Park, Colorado and we always had problems with bears. They are so smart and coordinated they are basically really big people. BBQ'ing was always difficult because the bears would come from really far off to eat our food.

One day I came home from playing golf and the front door had been smashed in. I got out of my car and ran inside to find a bear standing in the kitchen eating out of the fridge. By the time I got there he had eaten half a watermelon, some left over steaks, all of the lunch meat, a package of bacon, and some milk.

When he saw me he looked at me for a few seconds and then went back to eating the watermelon. I went into my bedroom and got my shotgun out. I loaded some shells into it and when I pumped the first shell into the chamber he dropped that watermelon and took off for the front door. He'd obviously heard that sound before.

Over the next few years he would come around the house and dig through our trash and trash cans but that was the last time he ever decided to break in.