It was several years ago that I learned that the coastal plains of NC within a few dozen miles of the ocean or a sound had become something of a Mecca for black bears. The endless fields of corn and other grains combined with the collapse of tobacco farming had produced the largest black bears in world. On a drive to the beach with my wife on a two lane country road, a bear ran across the road in front of our car. A very big bear. We paused arguing for a moment and I said, "Did a bear just run across the road?" My wife, equally bewildered, replied, "Yes it did!" Our completely good argument, which I swear I was winning, was completely derailed and my wife spent the rest of the drive Googling "Black Bears North Carolina." She read aloud the choicest bits including that the largest black bears in the world were to be found in Eastern NC, grown fat on the enormous amount of crop land and the mild winters that obliviated the need to hibernate. Eastern NC is apparently a 24/7/365 all you can eat buffet for black bears.