Just returned from setting up a blind, brushing, and feeding for my son, further in the bear swamp than my brother and his son, down the same overgrown snowmobile trail. A bear let my brother know he was thankful for my corn by tearing his blind down, breaking the poles, tearing two holes in it, and leaving him a large pile of corn filled bear shit just about five yards from the feed pile, which was completely gone. My brother did not find the humor in it when I sent him a text with pictures. He just needs to order new poles to be sent here and I will duct tape the two holes. Eric is in a perfect spot deep in the swamp on a small ridge. Kicked up a deer when making a trail in and found lots of runways and signs. Left his door open so Mr. Bear can just look in, without destruction. Eric is already telling me he is going to carry my Marlin 30-30, along with his crossbow when walking in at 0430 in the blackness. Ha. Brings back memories of Birch Hill Lodge, where my dad started me hunting alone at 8 and I was petrified walking to and from the blind in darkness with my gun and flashlight. Once I was in that blind with the door shut, it was a heavy sigh. Time to cut the grass. I will dedicate the video below to the bear swamp boys.