Bears, Oh my!
When we first moved to New Jersey, I asked a friend for
advice on where to go with kids. She suggested hikes and lakes and managed to
get our tired crew excited about our new location. She ended the advice with a
line about watching out for bears. All this was over email and I chalked it up
as a joke. Well, no joke. There are bears here! I could not be more surprised.
In all of green lush Germany, there were no bears. One poor bear wandered
over the mountains from Czech and was tracked by various authorities until
it wandered back across the border.
When we first moved in, our neighbors explained the trash thing.
Not to take our garbage the night before pick-up as the bears would get into
it. Sure enough we saw plenty of evidence of bears in the trash but we never
saw the bear. Not once that whole first year. We picked up bear information
from our local nature center, learning that the bears in New Jersey are black
bears, but often have brown fur. The average male bear in NJ is 400 pounds and
the average female is 175 pounds. The largest land mammals, these bears can
stand 5-7 feet tall. We started to take all this bear talk more seriously.
Last year, I noticed New Jersey had a bear hunt season.
Apparently, in the mid-1900s there were less than 100 individuals in the state.
With legal protection in 1953, forest regeneration and increased food sources,
both crops and garbage, the bears have bounced back and can now be found in
each of New Jersey’s 21 counties. In the 2016 bear season, authorities
re-introduced archery for the first time since 1970. 636 bears were killed in
northwest New Jersey alone. Sadly, we heard about this as a well-known bear
named Pedals, as he walked around neighborhoods on his back legs, was killed,
garnering him an obit in the NYT.
The first bear I saw was on the trail behind our house,
while I was walking the dog with a friend (new to New Jersey). We saw the bear
about 25 meters ahead of us. Our dog, Sienna, off the leash, ran right up to
the bear, who was huge, 100x bigger than our small dog. The bear ambled off
into the woods with the dog barking and following. I had just enough time to
think “how will I tell the kids that I did not rescue the dog from the bear”
when Sienna can tearing out of the woods. We all quickly walked away and kept
on neighborhood streets for the rest of the day.
Typically, the police get calls about bears and patrol the
neighborhood. Now that I know that it makes more sense to the high police
presence on our quiet little street (which backs into the woods). There is also
a text message alert to bear sightings but I am not signed up for that. In June,
we saw a bear walk through our yard and then got a number of calls from
neighbors. Earlier this month, Phil and I saw a bear just after we finished a
hike. Now that we all believe the bears are here and they are real, it all
feels okay. Somehow it’s encouraging to think that bears thrive here, in such a
population dense state.