By Jewelea Clarke
Would you fight a big black bear to save your best friend’s life? Romans 12:10 says, “Be devoted to one another in brotherly love,” but does that mean even risking your life?
Don Bollinger lived with his grandparents in Clatsop Plains, western Oregon, in 1945. These wetlands and sand dunes areas lie between the mouth of the Columbia River and Seaside, Oregon, providing proliferate cranberry bogs. Leaving the beach area led into a very dense forest in 1945.
Don and his best friend, Johnny Adair, had recently graduated from high school in Seaside. Don had received his draft notice to join the military. World War II was in progress. Don was a tall, strong young man over 6 feet tall.
Johnny’s dad, John, owned a ranch where they raised cattle. The calves were being killed by a large black bear. On a Saturday, Johnny, his dad, sister Florence, friend William Yuilt, and Don formed a hunting party.
They set a trap for the bear using the carcass of a calf the bear had mutilated. Noise from the bear led the party to locate him. They shot. Some of their shots wounded the bear and he escaped, running deeper into the woods. Johnny, Florence, and Don ran ahead of the others after this provoked animal.
The path had a “Y” around the cranberry bog. Don went left and Johnny and Florence ran to the right.
Surprising Johnny and Florence, the bear came out of the heavy brush, ambushing Johnny. He dropped his gun when the bear attacked. Florence screamed, “Johnny, Johnny!” What could she do? She was so scared! Would Johnny die?
This big black bear bit Johnny in the head, puncturing his skull, and blood began to pour out. The bear’s mouth went from the top of Johnny’s head to the bottom of his right collar bone. Florence continued to scream, “Johnny! Johnny! Dad!”
The bear was on top of Johnny when he bit him, breaking two bones in his left arm. Both thighs were punctured as the bear mauled and scratched Johnny many more times.
Don rushed to the scene and without apprehension shot the bear one time with his single shot .30-30,which did not deter the bear. For fear of hitting Johnny with another shot, Don hit the bear with the butt of his gun three times, breaking the gun and making the bear even angrier. He kicked the bear in the stomach, again to no avail. Don put his hand out as the bear approached him and left Johnny. The bear bit Don’s hand.
The remaining hunting party heard Florence’s screams and the commotion. They bolted to find the unbelievable crisis. Their arrival did not deter the bear. The bear was not afraid of them. He was fighting for his life too. He was going to kill Johnny.
Johnny’s dad grabbed Yuilt’s .300 Savage and shot the bear two times in the mouth as the bear prepared to assail Don. The bear dropped.
John put Johnny on Don’s back. Don ran two miles through the thick woods to the pickup to transport them both to health care in Seaside. This is an example of Don’s valor and steadfast Christian love for others.
Johnny cared for his frightened daughter. He was transported to Astoria hospital due to concern for an infection. The bear had nearly bitten through Don’s hand, which took a few stitches. Each young man recovered with scars and very unusual memories.
Don went to see his girlfriend, Phyllis, showing her his hand and telling her about being in a bear fight. She didn’t believe him. It had to be a joke. The Daily Astorian newspaper confirmed his story to Phyllis and to the community.
Because of Don’s injury, the draft board extended his entry into World War II. By the time he went into the military, the war was over in Poland. Rather than going into battle, he went into intelligence in northern Europe. God had a plan for Don’s safety, even though it may not have seemed like it during the bear fight.
Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV) says: “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Do you trust God to lead you in his plan for your life?
P.S. Phyllis and Don have been married 70 years.
Jewelea Clarke is a resident of Caldwell, Idaho.