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My dad’s last request was to have black bears scatter his ashes where the bears roam. He laid it all out with the funeral director, the bear guides in New Brunswick Canada, his family and more importantly his lawyer long before he passed.
He made us promise, so we honored his request and mixed him up in the bear bait bucket with donuts, pastries, beavers and molasses and vanilla. It was the best he ever smelled. Although it was difficult at best.
He told us, when someone asks if a bear shits in the woods, they will think of me! “Chuck Sr”.
p.s. I heard the bears though it was sour dough…. too soon?
Chuck Denault Sr. 