Hardly a fair fight. Six men against one bear. Men win. Barely (bearly?)

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20080910.wbearAttack0910/BNStory/National/home?cid=al_gam_mostview

The bear was standing, doggedly gripping its victim with its teeth and front paws while four men tried to pry it off with fishing gaffs – strong poles with hooks designed for lifting heavy fish – with such force that they bent the poles. Another man was beating the animal's head with a hammer before he picked up a 10-centimetre blade and stabbed it repeatedly.

Mr. Stirling pleaded with the other man to stop annoying the bear with his “tiny” knife, then stepped forward with his chosen weapon, a Swedish filleting knife with a 30-cm blade.

“I was saying, ‘Where is his head?' When I could see his throat, I reached in stabbing. I could hear blood flowing. I figured I got his jugular.”

Bear put up a helluva fight.

The weird thing is, the bear jumped right on to the boat.

 

Canadian fishermen > Philly subway riders

 

Fucker was hungry. Tell me you wouldn't jump on a hobo's back and start gnawing on him if you hadn't eaten Quizno's for a few days.

 

I have seen black bears before in the wild, and most of the times a little noise will drive them away. Of course, I always look for the cubs.

Who has a 30 cm knife? Lord.

I'm glad Lothar of the Hill People was around.

 

Well, in all fairness, it is in the middle of the wilderness, 2 hours from Victoria.

I suspect a lot of people there have knives that size.

 

That's not a knife ... This is a knife.

 

beat me to it, bp ... md approves.

 

Victor the Wrestling Bear grew ornery and hungry after he lost his job at the circus.
Homeless and desitute, he took to roaming the Canadian wilderness. He purchased a small hunting cabin near Port Renfrew with the last of his savings and seemed content to live a quiet life of lonely squalor, living off the land while trying to forget the sordid circumstances that led to his career's demise.
Then, one day, he saw HIM. The man responsible for it all. Even without the mask, he knew the voice, the mannerisms. It was The Destroyer. No doubt. Victor had longed for this day for 20 long years, never expecting it to happen but always hoping. Fate had brought them together again, and now fate would decide their feud's end.
Victor quietly swam across the lake, silent as a fish lurking under the surface. He crept up on the boat and vaulted out of the water, latching on to his nemesis with savage fury.
It was on.
Only one would live to see the sunrise tomorrow, and Victor was determined it would be him.