In the early 1900s, local store owner and expert self-promoter Sam Rettinger found an orphaned bear cub while hunting and adopted it. He built a concrete block "cave" behind his house and lined it with straw so the bear could hibernate during winter. In the summer, he drove the bear around in his Model T and sold ice cream to kids so they could feed Wiggie, whose head stuck out the back window. Occasionally the bear would get lose, and then he almost always climbed a telephone pole and wouldn't come down. At least not until local resident Jane Neilson, an ardent WHCPA member, wagged her finger and told it to come down. She fed him scraps, so he respected her authority, apparently. In time Wiggie died. This is his preserved pelt.

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