ROTHENBURGER: The story of a bear named Little John and his long journey to safety
—THE HEAVY METAL CRATE, about the size of an average dog kennel, was dark inside but squeezed against the back of it was a precious cargo.
The special-express package was on a 16-hour, 1,300-km journey from the Kootenays to Smithers, and my daughter Kelly and I were the couriers for part it.
When Kelly offered a small piece of apple through the bars of the crate, our passenger, a skinny yearling black bear, ventured forward and greedily but gently accepted the offering, then another.
We’d been advised to be careful with this little fellow because he is, after all, wild, and he was frightened. His long, sharp claws were evidence of the need for caution.