Table of Contents Bear in the Back Seat 1 Map of Great Smoky Mountains National Park Prologue Bear in the Back Seat The Bear Whisperer Blinded by the Light Dreaming of Bears The Old Bear The Hitchhiker Salt Lick Running Scared Horsing Around with Satan Running for Home In a Flash Raccoon! Appalachian Bear Rescue Beast on a Leash Dumb Luck Sky Diving Cub Talking Trash Bears 1, Man 0 Skunked Smelling Trouble-Elvis and Priscilla The Good, But Stinky, Samaritan The Great Skunk Rodeo The Denim Deer Something’s In My Pants Climbing Under the Influence The Elk Thief The Escape Artist Bear Hugs and Other Really Bad Ideas Running Wild Underwear on the Trail Pepper Spray Bear Attack at Chimneys Picnic Area Stream Desolation Creek The Fastest Animal on Earth Honeymoon from Hell Bears in the Shadows My Worst Day in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park Toying with Bears The Park’s Most Famous Bear Appendix 1 Appendix 2 Dedication Bear in the Back Seat II Bear in the Back Seat (Again) Hungry as a Wolf Crying Wolf Bear Breakout No Good Deed Goes Unpunished Ranger and Son The Biologist and the Three Bears A School for Bears Let Me Outta Here! Hungry as a Bear Bear in Mind The Bat Cave Bad Day for Elk The Best Laid Plans Playing All the Time The Dorito Deer The Bear Thief Jay and the Bears Reality Television:The Bear Channel The Placebo Effect You Shot What? Flirting with Disaster Downtown Elk Up a Creek Bad Bear Day The Trouble with Antlers The Worst Trip I’ve Ever Been On Elk Rodeo Hogs Gone Wild Hogging the Camera A Brush with Death Cold Day in Big South Fork On the Road Again with Traveller Third Time’s a Charm The Best Day of My Career Appendix:Encountering Black Bears in the Smokies Dedication BEAR IN THE BACK SEAT 1 Adventures of a Wildlife Ranger in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park BY Kim DeLozier & Carolyn Jourdan Copyright © 2013 Kim DeLozier and Carolyn Jourdan All rights reserved. Published in the United States of America ISBN 978-0-9885643-6-7 Bear in the Back Seat is on Facebook at www.facebook.com/BlackBearBook Twitter at twitter.com/BlackBearBook Cover photo by Bill Lea www.BillLea.com Designed by Karen Key MAP OF GREAT SMOKY MOUNTAINS NATIONAL PARK In this book Smoky Mountain dialect is rendered as it sounds. Appalachian speech is poetic and musical. It’s sung as much as spoken, so a significant portion of the meaning is conveyed in the cadences and tones. Dialect is used in conversation by people of all levels of education and intelligence, so no apostrophes will highlight dropped g’s or word variants, as if they are errors. For the same reason, the local grammar is retained. This was done to enable the reader to experience Smoky Mountain life and language intimately, as an insider would. Wildlife Rangers in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park have developed their own special nomenclature for referring to Park vehicles. These animal nicknames, attributed to Ranger Rick Varner, are based on the size and power of the various trucks. The Boar: Half-ton 4x4 Dodge pickup with an 8-cylinder engine. It has a winch mounted in the bed to pull cages and traps into the back. This was the most powerful truck. It’s the one used to pull the elk trailer or move bear traps that had to be transported in the bed of a truck. The Sow: Half-ton 4x4 Chevrolet extended cab pickup with a 6-cylinder engine. It has an 8’ bed which made the truck difficult to maneuver in tight places. It was good for hauling people when conducting deer counts in Cades Cove. It was big, but not very tough. The Shoat: Half-ton 4x4 Dodge pickup with a 6-cylinder engine. A medium-strength vehicle used for tasks like towing bear trap trailers or for checking hog traps. The Piglet: Ford Ranger 4x4 pickup with a small engine. A light-duty vehicle used mainly for checking hog traps and for general transportation. The Elk Calf: Chevrolet S-10 4x4 pickup with a small engine. A light-duty vehicle used mainly to track and locate elk and for general transportation. Kim’s Truck: Ford Explorer 4x4 SUV with a 6-cylinder engine. It was used for general transportation and elk darting, and occasionally to pull larger trailers for boats. Although this vehicle was sometimes jokingly referred to as the grocery gitter, it was Kim’s favorite. It earned respect when used to rescue researchers and wildlife handlers after a sudden blizzard in Cataloochee, North Carolina when other vehicles got stuck in the deep snow. Prologue WHEN I WAS A KID showing steers in 4-H, I spent a lot of time waiting for someone old enough to drive to come get me and my animal and take us to the fairground. Now, more than thirty years later, I was still waiting for someone to come get me and my animal and take us somewhere. But instead of standing inside a comfortable barn with my hand-raised, immaculately-groomed steer while Dad brought the pickup truck around, this time I was huddled atop a ridge in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park during a fierce windstorm next to a drugged wild black bear, waiting for a stranger to come get us with a helicopter. The wind was gusting so violently it was hard to imagine how any aircraft could possibly reach us. I prayed they were sending a good pilot. As I waited, I tried to look on the bright side. If I stayed upwind, the naturally pungent smell of the bear wasn’t nearly as strong. I THOUGHT I WANTED to be a full-time farmer. I’d been successful raising and showing cattle and had driven tractors and other farm machinery since I was very young. When I was a senior in high school I’d even won the East Tennessee Future Farmers of America Farm and Skills Tractor Driving Contest. Soon after that I started college, majoring in Agriculture at the University of Tennessee. I began in Animal Science, but several unpleasant incidents with cows on the family farm made me wonder if I shouldn’t reconsider my choice. My first strong hint that farm animals were going to be difficult to deal with was at a county steer show when one of my half-ton 4-H steers escaped from our farm truck, chased me through the Gold Rush Junction theme park, now called Dollywood, ran me up a tree, and then head-butted the tree repeatedly trying to knock me out of it so he could kill me. I thought my life was over. I still get goose bumps when I think about it. Only after I was rescued did I realize I’d saved myself by climbing a tree that had no limbs for the first ten feet! It had been like shinnying up a flagpole, but I was able to do it because it sure beat the alternative.
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