Why I Got Arrested for the Bears

I sent this letter to the newspapers and I hope they print it.

Why I Blocked a Bear Hunter's Truck and Got Arrested

When I was a kid, the teachers used to tell us that if we did something bad, it would go on our permanent record. I don't subscribe to that way of thought.

On the first day of the 2017 black bear trophy hunt, I sat down in the road in front of a bear hunter's truck, blocking him in and preventing him from leaving the bear weigh station with his kill. I did this to call attention to the depraved cruelty that this hunt is. But I also did it for the 120-pound cub who paid the price for this trophy hunt. That bear had every right to live his life as Nature intended; eating sweet wild berries, breathing fresh air, and enjoying everything that's beautiful in our forests. Instead, his life was snuffed out, his broken body thrown into the back of a dirty truck like a piece of garbage. And for every second I sat in the road, was a second that hunter didn't get to take his trophy home. And in those seconds my friends and fellow BEAR Group members got to voice their outrage. And they also had the chance pay homage to that little bear, a Prince of the Forest who deserved better than the fate he suffered at the hands of a man who thinks that killing an animal is all in good fun.

Cathy McCartney

Someone told me to remove the sound here, because people were really upset and there was a little swearing. But really, is the f-bomb really worse than a “sportsman” killing a yearling bearcub with an arrow?

Below are my friends Dani and Cheryl, a few days later…