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Yes, shenanigans is the black bear lapping up my cherished Col. Conk's Amber lather, and leaving me with the most horendous shave ever (eight inch claw marks across my unshaven mug). He was...

No, there was no woman...although you're right that would have been nice. No, I was alone...like I am most of the time. I live in a secluded cabin and my only companions are the wounded woodland...

The skin grafts came from the bears single swipe at my unshaven mug. My cherished 1890 Sheffield was lodged in my ribcage by my own uncontrollable flinching at the site of the large black bear. I...

There I stood on the rocky dew covered mountain top as the sun was just cresting over the horizon. The birds were singing their morning songs as my trusty badger brush worked a froth inside my...