We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Downs, my book writing polar bear expert, tells me that the bears, when they hang around in Cape Churchill, Manitoba waiting for Hudson's Bay to freeze over so they can hunt seals, will also hang around the town dump to see what they can pick up from the humans' discards. Once the Bay freezes, they amble out on the ice, find a seal breathing hole and lurk [if anything that big can be described as lurking] until the seal sticks his noce up to catch a breath. Then the bear seizes him by the head and with a mighty jerk, pulls him out through the small hole, breaking every bone in his body in the process. Those bears have strong jaws, and mighty neck muscles.
I blame Walt Disney for the civilian assumption that these are agreeable animals.. They're the largest land-based marine predator, and they'd eat you as soon as look at you. Luckily for these fishermen, this bear was a young one with a taste for fish, rather than surf and turf.