"Hey dere Mike, you gatta come check dis out."
"What is it?"
"Come see fer yeself."
I walked across the lot and saw him approaching me. He was shaking his head the whole time.
"I was walking up da stairs by da trailer. Herd a noize. Thought it was a friggin' crow in da trailer."
I walked up the stairs to be greeted by two sets of claws and a nose sticking over the side of the trailer.
You can't make this stuff up.
The trailer was parked down in the pit, as we call it and from the upper level, the bear fell in and couldn't get out. He must have been there awhile. He wasn't too excited about the situation.
Stroh told me that the first time it happened, he pulled the trailer out, opened the doors and ran for his truck. Now, he just puts trash in the trailer with the excavator until the bear can climb out.
Pax Domini Sit Semper Vobiscum,
Mike, Oscar, Hotel.....out.