When I lived in Bozeman we would have this happen once or twice a fall, especially in years that the berry crop was bad. Always thought to myself how freaky it would be to be taking out the garbage and having Yogi waiting there with a fork and knife...Luckily it was always black bears instead of their grumpier, larger cousins.

We lived up in the hills and it never happened there, although the year before we moved in they had a small herd of elk walk through and acougar...