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Bear Attacks in Old Orchard Beach, Maine

You know, it was about 5 years ago when I first told Old Orchard Beach police that there was a bear in our yard, but because I didn’t have pictures, they just laughed and said there was no bear in Old Orchard Beach. Yes, tell that to the bear that routinely makes her weekly visits to our brook for a drink. Or tell that to the “bear tree” that marks her territory some 100 feet behind The GoldenEagle. Tell that to my terrified hens, who refuse to lay eggs after the bear has been by. But, who am I too know a bear, I only grew up in the Ross Forest, on land settled by Thomas Rogers (my ancestor and founder of this town) , making friends with every wild animal out there: from the bobcats to the coyotes, both of which btw the way the police also told me did not live in Old Orchard Beach, Maine. Uhm-huh. I believe you, I’ll just go on seeing these animals in my yard and keeping my pets under lock and key, and I’m NOT cutting a hole in my wall to allow the cats to roam free in bear, coyote, and bobcat country no matter how bitchy they get.

But why am I telling you this. Well, for those of you in Maine, you already know, but for those of you not in Maine, well us Maine folks awoke this morning to the news reports announcing: BEAR ATTACKS IN OLD ORCHARD BEACH! My question is what’s with all the exclamation points? So those bear that no one believes visit my back yard every week are now attacking the neighbors? So what. Took five years and an attack on humans before the police would believe me? Oh yeah, they believe me now…. they’re out there hauling around big bear traps behind the police van. My question: why didn’t you do that five years ago, before you got yourself a whole herd of bears. Five years ago, you only had a pair of bears out there, now; there have been about 2 cubs each year since. There isn’t just one bear in Old Orchard Beach anymore, there’s about 10 bear, at least there are about 10 bear that I know of, who knows how many I haven’t seen yet.

Why are the bear attacking? Why now? Do you really have to ask? King Realty just cut down some 50 acres of forest on the Ross Rd. Not one, but three new sub-divisions just started up on Portland Ave. We’re talking close to 200 acres of Ross Forest that no longer exists. What would you do if a bunch of big yellow rigs came in and decimated your home? Wouldn’t you attack the people who did it? I know I would. Why did those idiots think it’s unusual that the bear are “out to get them”? They cut down the forest, they build a house on the bear’s home, and than they wonder why a bear is sitting on their front porch? How stupid can you get?

I saw, take down the bear traps, and let the bear stay. To the people moving in: You’ve seen Maine, leave us in peace and go home. Keep Maine green: shoot a developer.

Lots of love to the bears, and lots of hate to the Town officials of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, from Wendy C. Allen; here’s to hoping the next attack the bears make is on the town hall.





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