The Mazarra family of Edina posted this short video on YouTube of their fishing success last week while staying at Bearskin Lodge. This is not exactly the likely lure our fishing guide would have suggested for fishing on East Bearskin Lake — but obviously, this fisherman knows which tackle to use to catch the big ones! Very nice fish.
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Back in May we wrote a post called "Bear-vs-Dumpster/Score 1 for the bear" (http://bearskin.wordpress.com/2008/05/22/bear-vs-dumpster-score-1-for-the-bear). At the time I expected that we'd be updating this blog with regular stories about ongoing bear -vs- dumpster battles. It didn't happen. Much to our surprise, the bouncing dumpster bear didn't reappear.
There were, however, a few good bear stories. Some of our very pro-environment staff members decided to keep a small compost pile going in a 5 gallon bucket. Seemed like a good idea, until one day the bucket turned up totally clawed open and chewed apart. Plastic doesn't seem to be much of a bear barrier.
I used to be really annoyed by Bearskin's dumpsters. (Or as Dee always corrected us: they are "containers," not "dumpsters.") Throwing away the trash here is a weight-lifting workout, not only because the bags of garbage are heavy, but because just getting the bags into the dumpster takes a lot of muscle.
Our trash container lids don't simply open and close. Oh no, you have to wrestle several long heavy metal “bear bars” out of slots across the top of the dumpster lid, then lift the 4 billion pound hinged metal lid up far enough that it goes crashing over against the other side of the dumpster with a huge boom — momentarily dispelling any sense of quiet or solitude in the woods for at least 50 miles around the dumpster. Then you heave the bulky trash bags up over the edge of the trash container, pry your fingers under the thick metal lid, awkwardly lift the cumbersome cover back up once again and let it freefall with another big bang back into position. After that, you have to find where you dropped the unwieldy metal bars that go across the top, properly reposition them, and finally, fiddle with the clumsy bolts on the bar ends.