>Be in bed at 2am last night
>Hear faint rumbling noise
>Figure it's thunder

>Next morning
>Notice something tore up all of my garbage cans
>Teeth marks the size of a large dog
>Concerned it's a bear
>Clean up, search the entire fenceline on my property
>No sign of a breach
>Decide it was another stray dog fucking with my shit (common problem because of irresponsible rednecks in my area)

>Search the rest of the property
>Find a huge clump of black bear shit within spitting distance of my bedroom window
>tfw your hand is sore from holding a .44 in front of you for an hour and a half while you're searching for a bear on 7 acres of mostly forested land

Didn't find it, and all the rain lately has made it hard as fuck to track. I honestly can't figure out how it got in/out of this property. Funny thing is that I was planning on getting ready to go bear hunting this coming month. Unfortunately since I'm not the only person that lives here, I'm torn between hoping it never comes back and setting up a bait station in the back yard.