About seven years ago or so, this little bear was carved by an old hippie about my age in just a matter of a few moments using a clattering, banging, smoke-belching chain saw. The old hippie lived in a teepee just outside the small campground where I had my tent pitched on the outskirts of Yellowstone National Park. He had been on his way to San Francisco in the sixties, but was so blown away by the raw beauty of the Rockies, he decided to stay, and there he is presumably to this day. I asked if he could carve me a little bear to put on my bookcase, and in a matter of minutes from a big chunk of discarded firewood, I had a treasure that I will cherish until the day I die. Itís one of a kind. Unique. You canít buy one in Wal-Mart for any price.
Man art. From a chain saw. You canít put a price on that.