On Sunday, Ken heard about the bear at the dump, so we went and visited, saw the bear digging in the dump, which was smoking from a fire. The bear had burnt his paws, and walked away for a few minutes, saw us and walked around the front of our truck and all of a sudden he put his front paws on the hood of the truck. Ken quickly started the engine and he got down, leaving behind his foot prints. We've gone back twice since then, but no bear. Had a cookout for everyone tonight and then a drivers meeting