[Evans, Marv]

I've run into lots of bears when I was working for the Park Service 40+ years ago, so I could tell several stories. We actually gave names to some of the bears around our residence area. One episode kind of sticks out.
The big bears would come through the camp grounds at night raiding trash cans. This was before they made a real attempt to make them bear proof - and before bear proof containers were thought of. One small bear (125 lb.) discovered if he came through during the day, he could have his pick without getting beaten up by the big bears. So he would come through around 2PM daily. Of course he drew a big crowd, and I had to remind the tourists on the PA system of my patrol car to stay a safe distance away. He was young and fuzzier than the big bears, so we called him Fuzzy.
One day a guy came up and said Fuzzy had run up to him & put his mouth on the guy's leg. It was most likely not true but the guy no doubt knew if he said that, we would have to remove the bear. So we bated a trap, caught Fuzzy & carted him about 10 miles away & let him out of the trap. The next day at 2PM, he was making his rounds through the campgrounds again. So we bated another trap, and he didn't want to get into it - of course. We kept putting another, better piece of meat in the trap & pulling on down ahead of him to temp him. Finally he got into the trap and the next morning we carted him about 15 miles in another direction and let him out of the trap. The next day at 2 PM, he was making his rounds of the campgrounds again.
We knew there was no way we could get him into a trap again so we stationed a trap in the campgrounds and asked a Park Naturalist, who studied bears, to come down with his dart gun. He darted Fuzzy. He ran across the large stream (30 ft. wide & over ankle deep) going through the campground and collapsed. Four of us ran across the stream with a stretcher, grabbed him by the feet, threw him on the stretcher and ran back across the stream & dumped him into the trap & dropped the door just as he was coming back around. He was really pissed. I asked my boss what we were going to do with him since he'd be back in the campgrounds the next day. He smiled and said he'd take care of it. Fuzzy stayed in the trap again over night in the transportation and was gone early the next morning. Around 1PM my boss came back with an empty trap. I asked him what he had done with Fuzzy. He smiled and said he had taken him 45 miles away to an adjacent park and let him go in one of their campgrounds.