It’s California. The bear could get carry permit but not the human. Shooting bears with handguns is not a recommended practice. It usually just pisses off the bear.
That didn’t look like any 500lb bear to me. 350, tops. Look at him against the side of the car in the video, or compare him to the big blue trash can; I doubt this bear is 5 feet long. It’s a young adult, 3-5 years old; if the ears look small that means the bear is full size. The ears look big on cubs and yearling bears.
Some reports say “Meatball" the bear weighs 400. Some say as little as 250.
Two funny additions - being California, of course Meatball has a Twitter account, using the alias “Glen Bearian” (La Crescenta is in Glendale); and Fish & Wildlife transported him to the woods a whole 25 miles away. Which means he’ll be back in about 2 hours once the tranquilizers wear off.
And once the bear was released, he had no trouble finding an Internet connection among the trees.
“Does a bear tweet in the woods?” Glen Bearian asked on Twitter late Tuesday afternoon. “Yes. Yes, he does.”
Fair point Drew, but I have seen 80lb bear cubs give human adults a shitcart. I wouldn’t want to try wrassling a 250lb bear.
Hella no, they’d mess you up and turn you into jerky. But bears 500lb and up are so big that they defy belief. An 800lb bear looks like a VW Beetle with claws. And some of them get up to 1500lb. That’s about 10 feet long of bear, 5-6’ high and 4’ wide.
Oops, video pulled due to copyright violations…
I think the Trib needs their video pulled for copyright violations by the police..
Phooey. I saw it in about a million other places too. Bet it’s on YewToob by now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WmhvdtX72eQ
It’s also here:
I ran into a bear once myself, though I didn’t run. I was hiking in the Olympic Mountains in Washington and a small (small? easily as big as me) black bear ambled around the turn of the mountainside. I slowly moved off the trail while reaching back for the axe I had strapped to the frame of my pack. He just looked at me and kept rambling on. I cancelled my camping plans, went back down the mountain, got in my car, and rented a room in Port Angeles.
The next time I tried camping in the Olympics, I didn’t go alone. Five shipmates went with me.