In the interest of being your one-stop shop for Bears Are Terrible OMG, I present the following:
Yes, it was in Colorado Springs, which is not near me, yes, it was on a golf course, where I will never be found, etc. etc. But! Bear! Around people! Frolicking and unafraid! And clearly this is a smart bear — did he target the regular Pro Golf tourney? NO — he went for the seniors. The slow-moving, tasty seniors. (Please also note that there’s mention in the story of sacrificing a caddie to the bear. Now my fear of golfers begins).
This is not paranoia. This is preparedness. Where are my car keys?