But this stuff comes from a grocery shelf, not the fatty part of a bear. To give the perspective, I'm still learning how to spell IGA, and until I was at the Burlington Mall the other day (see Jeep turns 100k earlier in the topic), I thought those lines on the pavement around the store were rangemarkers. Turns out they're not.
Since I lack refrigeration, if I was going old school and didn't want to waste any bits of bear (as is my way), I'd have to find a way to harvest the bear fat without actually harvesting the bear.
That can be a challenge if the bear kennel is already packed and a guy wants his house dismantled in an orderly fashion. Don't ask how I know all that, but I'll tell you that our population is tragically light by two as I return -- one accidental and one intentional, but I suspect bear fat was involved in both.
So I'm making a minor compromise for convenience and the option of selling the house in a single, large, bear-hair-free chunk. These new experiences, like a smart phone, require some direction. That's where WG comes in. Where else can a guy get a good non-bear-fat-and wolf-urine-based scar abatement recipe by NOT asking about it?
