The day of our Disney trip. Two o'clock and all is quiet. Not a creature was stiring, not even a mouse. (Get it, pun intended, we are going to Disney, the mouse, get it.... never mind...) Then all of a sudden, Darby our faithful guard dog slash lazy golden retriever barks loud enough to wake the dead, as well as Sara sleeping in her room, still not sure what her 6th birthday surprise is going to be come morning. Forty-five minutes later I get everyone back to sleep and crawl back in bed wondering, what was that all about? Believe you me, Darby got a good scolding to boot.
Morning comes and Maureen is up first; she looks out the window and wonders why someone through garbage in our yard. You see, we keep the cans behind the fence and sealed up tight. As she looks she realizes, hey that is our garbage!
Then things start to make sense. It seems we were paid a visit from what can only be a black bear. I certainly have not seen any dogs or cats that can do this to a 6' gate!
He tore the hinges with 3" lag bolts straight from the post.
Looks like he was able to rip off one of the slats, reach in to get leverage and rip the gate down.
Now I have to rebuild the gate...
and figure out a way to stay up all night and get a photo of that guy! lol
We live near the Wekiwa River State Park. We see the bears in our neighborhood from time to time and have even seen them climb these fences. I have no idea why he or she chose to tear the gate down this time instead of climbing it.