The lost boy in his cold weather garb

When my oldest son was four or five, he told me an amazing story about a bear he saw visiting our house in rural Stem, North Carolina. The land where we lived backed up to a large undeveloped tract near the present Butner-Falls of Neuse Game Lands. The area was chock-full of Whitetail Deer and other wild creatures, but I never saw a bear there. I thought my son simply had a vivid imagination.

My sister lived for many years in the country north of Wilmington, NC, and she told me Black Bears often came out of the nearby swamp and ate horse feed in the barn behind her house. She resorted to making a feeding station