Dan Haggerty, Who Played Grizzly Adams

Dan Haggerty, who gained widespread recognition for his portrayal of the kind mountain man with a striking beard and his bear friend Ben in the NBC television series and 1974 film “The Life and Times of Grizzly Adams,” passed away on Friday in Burbank, California. His age was 73 years.

Terry Bomar, his manager and friend, stated that spinal cancer was the cause of death.

Dan Haggerty was creating a name for himself in Hollywood as an animal handler and stuntman before landing his famous part. When a producer requested him to appear in a few opening moments for a film about a woodsman and his bear, it was his big break. The plot, which is based on a novel by Charles Sellier Jr., centers on a man who flees to the woods after being wrongfully convicted of murder, becomes friends with the local wildlife, and takes in an abandoned bear.

Haggerty accepted to do the part, but he had one requirement: he had to appear in the whole film. Despite having a relatively low budget of $165,000, the film’s remake brought in close to $30 million at the box office. Because of this popularity, a television series was created, and in February 1977, Haggerty went back to playing the character of the wild and outdoorsy wilderness guardian.

The audience responded well to the show. It lukewarms the heart, as The New York Times’ John Leonard observed in his review. A large lump in the throat and a lot of communing with nature are experienced when a man and a bear hide out in a log cabin. Haggerty won a 1978 People’s Choice Award for being the most well-liked actor in a new series because of the series’ warm and sympathetic tone, which won over a lot of viewers.

The series also yielded two follow-ups: “Legend of the Wild,” which was broadcast on television in 1978 and eventually released in theaters in 1981, and “The Capture of Grizzly Adams,” a 1982 television film in which Adams ultimately exonerates himself of the false charge.

Born in Los Angeles on November 19, 1942, Daniel Francis Haggerty had a difficult upbringing. He had a turbulent childhood, breaking out of military school several times before coming home with his actor-father in Burbank when his parents divorced when he was three years old.

Haggerty was married twice in his personal life. When he was 17, he got married to Diane Rooker, but they later got divorced. In 2008, he lost his second wife, Samantha Hilton, in a horrific motorbike accident. His children, Don, Megan, Tracy, Dylan, and Cody, survive him.

In his debut motion picture, “Muscle Beach Party” (1964), Haggerty portrayed bodybuilder Biff. After that, he played supporting parts in motorcycle and wildlife movies. He was a hippie commune member in “Easy Rider.” He also played the role off-screen, living with a variety of wild creatures he had either tamed or rescued on a small ranch in Malibu Canyon.

His expertise with animals led to positions as an animal trainer and stuntman for television shows including “Daktari” and “Tarzan.” He kept taking on parts like “Where the North Wind Blows” (1974) and “The Adventures of Frontier Fremont” (1976) that highlighted his affinity for the natural world. His love of outdoor parts brought him roles evoking Grizzly Adams to movies like “Grizzly Mountain” (1997) and “Escape to Grizzly Mountain” (2000).

Haggerty had appearances in a number of horror movies later in his career, such as “Terror Night” (1987) and “Elves” (1989). He was involved in court in 1985 and was given a 90-day jail sentence for distributing cocaine to police officers who were undercover.

Tragic incidents also occurred in his life. Haggerty suffered third-degree burns to his arms when a diner carrying a burning drink unintentionally caught his renowned beard on fire in 1977 when he was dining. Despite being admitted to the hospital and supposed to stay for a month, he left after just ten days, claiming to have expertise of curing animals.

“The first couple of days I just lay in the dark room drinking water, like a wounded wolf trying to heal myself,” he said, reflecting on his injury, to People magazine.

My DIL Secretly Ruined My Place after I Refused to Trade Houses with Her – I Had Nothing Left but to Teach Her a Lesson of Respect

My DIL Secretly Ruined My Place after I Refused to Trade Houses with Her – I Had Nothing Left but to Teach Her a Lesson of Respect

A few months after her husband, Adam, passed away, Anne’s son, Charlie buys her a new home closer to him. Initially hesitant, Anne finally decides to move. But then she has to deal with her jealous daughter-in-law, Angela, who just wants the house. After Angela pulls a stunt that results in the house being fumigated, Anne has no choice but to teach her a lesson.

After my husband of 53 years passed away six months ago, I felt heartbroken. Everything in the house reminded me of Adam and the memories we had made there.

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An old woman sitting down | Source: Pexels

Sometimes it was comforting, but at other times, the loneliness felt too suffocating, making me curl into a ball and sleep on Adam’s side of the bed for some form of comfort.

My son, Charlie, saw how difficult it was for me, and he wanted me to move closer to him and his wife, Angela.

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An elderly woman sitting on a blue couch | Source: Pexels

“Mom, I’ve already found a place for you. It’s about five minutes away from us, and I’ve already put in an offer,” Charlie said.

“Honey, I can’t ask you to do that for me,” I said, speaking to him on the phone. “I cannot ask you to buy me a house.”

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An old woman on a phone | Source: Pexels

“You’re not asking,” he replied, chewing on trail mix on the other end. “I’m offering. Mm… and we can have it ready for you to move in at the end of next week if you’d like.”

I was initially hesitant, but I eventually agreed to move. I knew that Charlie and Angela were trying to have a baby, and I thought that the most healing thing for me would be to care for that baby when it arrived.

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A person holding a pregnancy test | Source: Pixabay

So, Charlie helped me pack all my things, and soon, I was ready for a new chapter. Despite missing Adam, I knew that I needed to move on.

I moved into my new home easily, because my son had sorted everything out for me.

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A pile of packing boxes | Source: Pixabay

“Anything for you, Mom,” Charlie said when he came over on the first night in the new house.

He sat at the table and told me about work while I cooked our first meal in the kitchen.

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An older woman in the kitchen | Source: Pexels

“Are you ready for the housewarming this weekend, Mom?” Charlie asked me. “I’ve invited everyone you said you’d like to see. And I’ve told Angela to come over early and help you with the food and drinks. Do you need me to do anything else?”

I shook my head. Everything was perfect, and my son had gone out of his way to make sure that everything was going according to plan.

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A close-up of a plate of pasta | Source: Pexels

But then, things took an unexpected turn.

On the day of the party, I was actually excited. For the first time in a long time, I was looking forward to being around people. I was ready to sit in a group and not feel the weight of my grief for one of the first times since Adam had passed on.

I stood in front of the mirror and put on lipstick, something that I hadn’t done since I lost Adam.

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An older woman applying lipstick | Source: Pexels

Angela came over early, as Charlie had said. She went around the kitchen, adding final touches to the dishes I had spent hours cooking.

Suddenly, Angela turned to me.

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Platters of food | Source: Pexels

“Look, Anne,” she said, washing her hands. “You can’t live in this house. You just can’t do it. It’s too big and too modern for you.”

“What? No, I think that it’s absolutely fine for me,” I said. “I’ve spoken to Charlie about getting a dog, too.”

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A golden retriever | Source: Unsplash

“You’re not listening,” she said. “I want you to trade homes with us. Charlie earns well, but he didn’t want to renovate our house to make it modern. He said that he would rather use his money to sort out your home.”

Angela went on for a long time. She spoke about how she understood that Charlie wanted to take care of me, but that he needed to put her first.

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A smirking woman | Source: Pexels

I was hurt by her words but I said nothing, not wanting to cause an argument. Of course, I didn’t want to trade houses because Charlie and I had put so much effort into moving into the new home. I had also decorated it to my taste, with Adam’s belongings all over.

I had planted a garden and set up everything precisely how I wanted.

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A modern living room | Source: Pexels

But little did I know, Angela left me with more than just hurtful words.

Two days after the party, I woke up to a horrible smell permeating the entire house. No matter where I looked, I just couldn’t find the source.

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An older woman reading in bed | Source: Pexels

“Oh, my goodness, Mom,” Charlie said when I called him to come and take a look around the property, in case I missed something.

“This is so bad!” he said, checking the entire kitchen to find the smell.

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A clean kitchen | Source: Pexels

“I know!” I exclaimed. “And I’ve searched everywhere I can think of.”

It was driving me crazy because no matter how much I looked, I just couldn’t find the source of the stink.

After a week of enduring the horrible smell, Charlie suggested bringing in a professional to locate the source.

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A man blocking his nose | Source: Midjourney

“You cannot live like this anymore, Mom,” Charlie said. “I’m going to hire someone. You can stay with us or I’ll rent out a hotel room for you.”

It turned out that the expert discovered a rotten egg hidden in the vent in the living room. It had been deliberately placed there to ensure the stench would spread throughout the house.

A rotten egg in an air vent | Source: Midjourney

A rotten egg in an air vent | Source: Midjourney

As the house was cleaned out, and fumigated because Charlie thought that it was necessary, I was devastated to have caused my son more hard work.

But I knew, deep down, that it was Angela. She was behind it all.

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A person fumigating a house | Source: Pexels

I was determined to teach Angela a lesson. So, I devised a plan. I invited her and Charlie over for dinner and played the gracious host. When they arrived, I warmly welcomed them, acting as if nothing was wrong.

If Angela suspected anything, she didn’t show it. Instead, she smirked from the moment she came through the door.

“At least it doesn’t smell in here anymore, Anne,” she said, helping herself to the pile of freshly baked cookies that I had made for Charlie to take home.

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A close-up of cookies | Source: Unsplash

We sat down for dinner, Charlie talking animatedly about his day at the office. Angela barely ate her dinner, just nibbling in between her smirks.

“Angela, I’ve always believed in treating others with kindness and respect, especially when it comes to family. Do you agree?” I asked her, looking her in the eye.

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A person holding a fork | Source: Unsplash

She nodded.

“Good,” I continued. “Because respect is a two-way street. It’s about understanding and valuing each other’s feelings and spaces.”

My daughter-in-law’s discomfort grew, and I knew that my words were hitting home. On one hand, I did feel bad for Angela. But on the other hand, I wanted to make it known that I wasn’t going to be pushed into a corner.

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An older woman sitting at a table | Source: Pexels

I wasn’t going to be taken advantage of, just because she wanted a house that she couldn’t have.

“Darling,” I told her. “You seem to have a knack for gardening. Would you mind helping me with a little project tomorrow?”

I knew that she wouldn’t refuse without appearing rude, so she agreed and turned away.

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A side profile of a woman | Source: Pexels

The next day, Angela arrived at my house, expecting a simple gardening task. Instead, I handed her a pair of gloves and a shovel.

“I need help digging up the old compost pile,” I said with a smile. “It’s been neglected by the previous owners, and it’s time to start fresh.”

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A compost pile | Source: Midjourney

Angela’s face paled as she realized the task ahead. The compost pile was massive and the stench was worse than the single rotten egg. But still, she had no choice but to help, considering the previous night’s polite agreement.

After hours of hard work, we finally finished the task. Angela was exhausted and covered in filth.

“Come, let’s clean up and have a drink,” I told her.

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Glasses of lemonade | Source: Unsplash

But I had another surprise waiting.

I took her to the study, where I had kept most of the photos of Adam and myself, among other mementos of his. But more than that, I also had gifts from Charlie and Angela displayed.

“These are the things that remind me of the people I care about,” I said softly. “Respecting each other’s space and memories is so important.”

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A vintage globe in a study | Source: Pexels

“Some of these things are from me,” she mumbled, her expression morphing her into a new person altogether.

“It was me,” she confessed. “I left the rotten egg in the vent. When I was doing the egg wash on the pastries for the party, I came across the egg. I’m so sorry. Please don’t tell Charlie, he would hate me.”

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A woman with tears in her eyes | Source: Pexels

She apologized for her sudden wave of jealousy about my new home. But the twist wasn’t over. A few days later, Angela came to my house with a gift. It was a beautifully crafted wooden box. Inside were seed packs to many different types of plants and flowers.

And a note saying: Thank you for teaching me about respect. I hope we can plant new memories together.

From that day on, our relationship changed completely and Angela became more like a daughter.

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A beautiful wooden box | Source: Pexels

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