Holy Crap, a Bear Cub!

After a weekend of doing girly stuff, I needed a shot of testosterone. So I requested, some might call it a demand, that we spend some time doing something for Dad. Sportsman’s Warehouse it is. When we got there there was a line clear out of the store for something, then we saw the signs there were baby bear cubs. So into the line we went. After all how many times in your lifetime will you have a chance to hold a black bear without fear of having your head removed forcibly from your body. It was “totally wicked” the bears were about the size of a large cat and had no teeth, I was expecting much more from a two month old bear. Who knew.