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In the mid '50s the family was on vacation. Driving through Yellowstone was part of the trip. In those days, people would stop their cars and feed bears. We stopped at the end of a bunch of cars, where the people in the front cars were feeding some bears. My parents were commenting about show stupid they were to be doing that, when a bear came out of the woods on the other side of the road. My dad said," You better not come over here and scratch my car (new '56 Olds)." I guess the bear thought he said he would give it a peanut butter sandwich or something and started across the road. As it got closer, it stood up on its hind feet. When it got close my dad said, "I told you to stay away" and punched it in the nose. The bear let out a sound like a kid that just got slapped and ran over to the side of the road. Before it went back into the trees, it look around with a betrayed look on its face.
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Marv Evans
'69 911E
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