As in the "bears are my buds idiot Treadwell" in the Field & Stream April 04 issue on page 44. Reality bite him several times, before he was reduced to bear dung.
This creep made the rounds of Kaliforina's grade schools saying we can all get along, on down the intestinal tract is where he got to.
Sad part of it is he got some disillusioned gal to go along with the hype up in Alaskan game preserve, she too helped feed the bruins. After his death the, fur, fin and feather types had to kill the bears that had partaken of his sorry arse. So he did more damage even after his and the woman's death and their culinary commitment to the local ursus arctos horribilis. (and no, I had nothing to do with it all, well OK, I did pass the word that liberal freaks taste like chicken)
http://www.sltrib.com/2004/Jan/01052004/utah/126305.asp