28 May—When a big Black bear hangs around your kitchen door, there’s only one thing to do. Shoot him. And that’s precisely what my son did when a big Black bear, whom we named Token II (Token being a spoiled big Black cat), hung around the kitchen door, doubtless attracted by the aroma of my fresh-baked bread. He (my son, not Token II) whipped out his trusty Nikon and fired off a volley of shots worthy of a Sterling submachine gun, let alone a fully automatic AR-15 with a magazine capacity that would be illegal in Connecticut.

Here’s one of the shots: