Dopey Bear

There was in interesting movie on last night: COCAIN BEAR. It was based on true facts. It was about a cocaine packed plane carrying a full load from Central American and the socialite pilot for whatever reason decided to get rid of his shipment and jump out of the plane with a parachute and his clothing packed with the C. Before he jumped out he threw out a lot of his cargo in he North Georgia Mountains. His parachute failed. I’m sure he died instantly when he hit the ground near Knoxville. The main story was where the cocaine landed in the North Geogia Mountains. The one who first found the cocaine was a big female bear who stayed high throughout the movie. The movie was too bloody and violent for my taste. Ruthless people with guns and a high bear ripping off human heads and limbs were just too much for me. In Georgia it took place mostly on Blood Mountain. It kept my interest because doing family research I knew some of my ancestors’ descendants lived on Blood Mountain. The Appalachian Trail goes over Blood Mountain. Once we stayed a couple of nights at a motel, near the top. It also saddened me because it reminded me of an ex-co-worker Joe. Joe was a mute. He was married and they had three children. His wife, with the children had a head-on collision and all his kids lost their lives. Joe and his wife divorced. Joe just wanted to be alone. He bought a lot in the north Georgia mountains, not far from Blood Mountain. On his off days he and his dog would spend the time on his lot. At nights Joe slept in his vehicle and his dog slept outside, chained to a tree. One night apparently a bear mauled his dog. Joe is deaf and could not hear the dog and bear fight. The last I head of Joe and joined up with a motorcycle gang and they moved to Florda.