John Deere Duvelow
My mother and the Bear. When I was young we lived in Maine not for long just a few months. The bear would come down out of the woods if there was no trash in our trash cans they would crush them. One night my stepfather Joe decided he was tired of buying trash cans. My mother stood at the back door of the trailer with a 8mm movie camera. While Joe stepped out of the front door of the trailer with a 12 gauge shotgun loaded with birdshot. The bear crush the trash can when you turn to walk away Joe busted him right in the butt with birdshot. The bear made a path through the woods you could drive a truck through. I will never ever forget my mother's laughter. Somewhere there's 8 millimeter movie.