TherapyGrizzly

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  1. The bear puts both arms around the tree above her
    And draws it down as if it were a lover
    And its chokecherries lips to kiss good-by,
    Then lets it snap back upright in the sky.
    Her next step rocks a boulder on the wall
    (She's making her cross-country in the fall).
    Her great weight creaks the barbed wire in its staples
    As she flings over and off down through the maples,
    Leaving on one wire tooth a lock of hair.
    Such is the uncaged progress of the bear.
    The world has room to make a bear feel free;
    The universe seems cramped to you and me.

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    Man acts more like the poor bear in a cage,

    That all day fights a nervous inward rage,
    His mood rejecting all his mind suggests.
    He paces back and forth and never rests

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    The me-nail click and shuffle of his feet,
    The telescope at one end of his beat,
    And at the other end the microscope,
    Two instruments of nearly equal hope,
    And in conjunction giving quite a spread.
    Or if he rests from scientific tread,
    'Tis only to sit back and sway his head
    Through ninety-odd degrees of arc, it seems,
    Between two metaphysical extremes.
    He sits back on his fundamental butt
    With lifted snout and eyes (if any) shut
    (He almost looks religious but he's not),
    And back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,
    At one extreme agreeing with one Greek
    At the other agreeing with another Greek
    Which may be thought, but only so to speak.
    A baggy figure, equally pathetic
    When sedentary and when peripatetic.

    -Robert Frost

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  2. My Apologies. Somehow I missed the first line of the poem.

    "The bear puts both arms around the tree above her"

    As for bullets, and grizzly bear skulls, and whether or not the bullets will bounce off said skulls, there's a few factors to consider.

    The statement I made that a bullet fired from a handgun would bounce off a grizzly's skull, is true in most cases, involving small caliber hand guns under 100 gr.   I certainly wouldn't risk going out and hunting a grizzly with a 9mm.

    The angle of attack. A grizzly and black bears have sloped skulls, with very little protruding forehead, vertically.

     

  3. Hello,

    I've always loved nature and the outdoors. Living in Alaska and Montana, I've spent many nights outdoors, in all sorts of shelters. I've encountered much wildlife, and caught many fish who's size was usually exaggerated, if not seen by others.

    I've always been a big admirer of bears.

    I also know, if you try to shoot a grizzly in the head with a pistol...

    It will bounce off.

    And you will experience a very painful mauling

    The Bear

    A poem by Robert Frost

    And draws it down as if it were a lover
    And its chokecherries lips to kiss good-by,
    Then lets it snap back upright in the sky.
    Her next step rocks a boulder on the wall
    (She's making her cross-country in the fall).
    Her great weight creaks the barbed wire in its staples
    As she flings over and off down through the maples,
    Leaving on one wire tooth a lock of hair.
    Such is the uncaged progress of the bear.
    The world has room to make a bear feel free;
    The universe seems cramped to you and me.

    20200315220057_1.thumb.jpg.b374ea6c6b26fd9335e06a7fdbf9e8b5.jpg
    Man acts more like the poor bear in a cage,
    That all day fights a nervous inward rage,
    His mood rejecting all his mind suggests.
    He paces back and forth and never rests

    20200315230408_1.thumb.jpg.9c1cb331f8278e4d6053976e63510e95.jpg

    20200315230500_1.thumb.jpg.e6c6c486d2075d3951250276f42db927.jpg
    The me-nail click and shuffle of his feet,
    The telescope at one end of his beat,
    And at the other end the microscope,
    Two instruments of nearly equal hope,
    And in conjunction giving quite a spread.
    Or if he rests from scientific tread,
    'Tis only to sit back and sway his head
    Through ninety-odd degrees of arc, it seems,
    Between two metaphysical extremes.
    He sits back on his fundamental butt
    With lifted snout and eyes (if any) shut
    (He almost looks religious but he's not),
    And back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,
    At one extreme agreeing with one Greek
    At the other agreeing with another Greek
    Which may be thought, but only so to speak.
    A baggy figure, equally pathetic
    When sedentary and when peripatetic.

    20200315204756_1.thumb.jpg.2e1027cf9cd82758a238e8695698d757.jpg

     

     

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