In the 1974 motion picture “The Life and Times of Grizzly Adams” and the corresponding NBC television series, Dan Haggerty played a bear named Ben and a gentle mountain man with a thick beard. Haggerty died in Burbank, California, on Friday.
His age was 73 years old.
Terry Bomar, his manager and friend, said that spine cancer was the cause.
A producer invited Mr. Haggerty, who worked as an animal trainer and stuntman in Hollywood, to recreate parts of the movie’s opening moments, which featured a woodsman and his bear.
The story, which was based on Charles Sellier Jr.’s book “The Life and Times of Grizzly Adams,” told the story of a California man who flees the woods after being falsely convicted of murder. There, he tames an abandoned bear and makes friends with the local fauna.
Mr. Haggerty agreed, as long as he could play the entire movie. At last, ticket sales for the film nearly hauled in $30 million after it was redone for $155,000. Subsequently, it was adapted for television, and in February 1977, Mr. Haggerty resumed his role as the forest’s protector and animal friend, with an emphasis on environmental issues.
The New York Times writer John Leonard called the first episode “lukewarm to the heart.” The man and bear who have taken up residence in a log cabin are visited by Mad Jack (Denver Pyle) and the honorable red man Makuma (Don Shanks), who bring bread and advice. As they leave the cabin, the man traps his fur and the bear washes it. Along with a lump in the throat, there’s also a lot of wildlife connection with raccoons, owls, deer, rabbits, hawks, badgers, and cougars.
Mr. Haggerty, who later won the 1978 People’s Choice Award for best new series actor, was won over by viewers of the show because to its cozy and nostalgic appeal. The 1978 television film “Legend of the Wild,” which was eventually shown in theaters in 1981, and the 1982 television film “The Capture of Grizzly Adams,” which followed Adams as he was hauled back to his hometown by bounty hunters in an attempt to clean his record, were the products of “Grizzly Adams.”
Daniel Francis Haggerty was born in Los Angeles on November 19, 1942. His upbringing was challenging following his parents’ divorce when he was three years old, and he frequently broke out of military school. He eventually went into Burbank, California, to live with his actor father.
At seventeen, he was married to Diane Rooker. The marriage ended in divorce. He lost Samantha Hilton, his second wife, in a motorcycle accident in 2008. Don, Megan, Tracy, Dylan, and Cody are his surviving children.
He costarred as body builder Biff alongside Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello in his feature début, “Muscle Beach Party,” released in 1964. Then came appearances in documentaries about the natural world and motorcycling, like “Bearded Biker” and “Biker With Bandana.” He briefly appeared in the movie “Easy Rider” as a guest of Dennis Hopper and Peter Fonda in the hippie commune.
On his small ranch in Malibu Canyon, Mr. Haggerty actually housed a variety of wild creatures that he had either tamed from birth or saved from harm. In addition to occasional parts in films, his talents earned him work as an animal trainer and stuntman on the television series Tarzan and Daktari. In 1978, he claimed, “People magazine didn’t like actors jumping on them.”
In his outdoor-themed films, “Where the North Wind Blows” (1974) and “The Adventures of Frontier Fremont” (1976), he played a Siberian tiger trapper. He made an appearance as a dog trainer in the David Carradine film “Americana” (1983). In the 1997 film “Grizzly Mountain” and the 2000 film “Escape to Grizzly Mountain,” he played a character that bore a strong resemblance to Grizzly Adams.
Mr. Haggerty played an inebriated mall Santa in horror films including “Axe Giant: The Wrath of Paul Bunyan” (2013), “Terror Night” (1987), and “Elves” (1989) as his career declined. In 1985, he was sentenced to ninety days in prison for providing cocaine to two undercover police agents.
In 1977, a careless diner with a burning cocktail set fire to Mr. Haggerty’s famous beard. He made a third-degree burn attempt on his arms while attempting to douse the fire. He was admitted to the hospital, where he would probably need a month of therapy.
He told People, “I was like a wounded wolf trying to heal myself for the first few days—I just laid in the dark room drinking water.” “Nurses tried to give me morphine and pushed me to open the curtains.” Sometimes, however, animals know more about medicine than people do. He walked out of the hospital after ten days.
I Was Adopted 25 Years Ago – Last Month My Bio Father Knocked on My Door Demanding 50% of Everything I Own
The man at my door looked like trouble—a stranger with hard eyes and a crooked smile. But when he opened his mouth, he didn’t ask for directions or offer a sales pitch. His words made my blood run cold and the demand he made next changed everything.
I had just put our four-year-old down for his afternoon nap when the doorbell rang. Not a polite ding-dong—this was an aggressive, finger-jamming assault on the button. The kind of ring that made you think someone was delivering terrible news.
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I grabbed a dish towel from the counter, wiping my hands as I headed for the door. A thought crossed my mind: maybe it was the delivery guy, frantic over a missing package. But when I swung the door open, I was greeted by someone far more unsettling.
The man standing there looked rough like he’d spent decades punching through life with bare fists and losing more often than not. Late 50s, maybe, with a slumped posture and a face that hadn’t seen sunscreen in decades.
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His eyes flitted around the hallway, lingering on the marble floors, the chandelier, the subtle touches of a comfortable life. Then his gaze snapped back to me, a crooked smile spreading across his weathered face.
“Emily,” he said, his voice a strange mix of gravel and nerve. “It’s me. Your father.”
I blinked. For a second, I thought I’d misheard him. “I’m sorry, what?”
He shifted his weight, clearly enjoying my confusion. “Your father,” he repeated, louder this time, as though that would make it sink in. “You don’t recognize me?”
“No,” I said flatly, gripping the edge of the door. “I don’t.”
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And I didn’t. I had no memories of this man, and yet his presence felt like a hand yanking open a closet I’d sealed shut years ago. My biological father was a shadow, a piece of my past I’d worked hard to forget. And now, here he was, standing on my porch, smug and uninvited.
“That’s fine,” he said, shrugging. “I’m not here for pleasantries. I’m here to claim what’s mine.”
My stomach dropped. “What are you talking about?”
“Half,” he said. “Of everything. Half of your life.“
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His smirk widened.”I heard you’re doing well for yourself. Very well. Nice house, nice car. Married with a kid.” His eyes darted to the sparkling wedding band on my finger. “I figured it’s time you shared the wealth—with the man who made it all possible.”
I blinked, stunned. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, don’t play dumb,” he said, leaning against the doorframe like he had every right to be there. “Without me, you wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t have been adopted by that rich family of yours. I gave you that chance by letting you go. And now it’s time you paid me back. I want fifty percent of everything you own.” His hand swept dramatically over the entryway. “I like this mansion you’re living in.”
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The audacity of his words hit me like a slap. My heart pounded as memories I had buried long ago began to claw their way back. Nights in the orphanage under a thin, scratchy blanket, the dimly lit halls that always smelled like overcooked cabbage. And the desperate hope that every visitor might be someone coming to take me home.
I folded my arms, trying to steady myself. “You gave me up. Do you know what that was like for me? Do you have any idea—”
He cut me off, waving a hand dismissively. “Spare me the sob story. You’re doing great now, aren’t you? That’s what matters. And you’re welcome, by the way.”
Senior man talking to his estranged daughter | Source: Midjourney
“You’re insane,” I shot back, my voice shaking. “You don’t get to waltz into my life after twenty-five years and demand anything.”
Before he could respond, his expression changed. The smirk faltered, and his eyes widened. Confusion—or was it fear?—flashed across his face as he looked past me, his focus snapping to something behind my shoulder.
“What the hell is that?” he muttered, his voice low but urgent.
I turned to see what had caught his attention.
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There, stepping into the foyer with the calm confidence of someone who wouldn’t tolerate nonsense, was my husband, Daniel. In one hand, he held a tablet, in the other, our toddler’s well-loved stuffed bear. His sharp blue eyes took in the scene with a single sweep, lingering briefly on me before locking onto the man at the door.
The sight of Daniel seemed to deflate the boldness radiating from my biological father. His smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty.
“Who’s this?” Daniel asked his tone even but protective.
Serious man standing in a luxurious living room with crossed arms | Source: Midjourney
“My biological father,” I said, the words tasting bitter in my mouth. “Apparently, he thinks I owe him half of everything I own because he ‘let me go.’”
Daniel’s brows furrowed, his jaw tightening as he set the tablet and the stuffed bear on the console table. Then, he stepped forward, his broad frame filling the doorway like a shield. The air between the two men was electric, the tension palpable.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here,” Daniel said, his voice low and cutting. “Especially with that kind of demand.”
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My father puffed up slightly, though his posture betrayed his discomfort. “It’s not unreasonable,” he said, attempting to reclaim his swagger. “Without me, she wouldn’t have had the chance—”
“Chance?” Daniel cut him off sharply, taking another step forward. “Without you, she wouldn’t have suffered the way she did. She wasn’t adopted by a ‘rich family.’ She was dumped into foster care and passed from one awful home to another. One family treated her like a servant—had her scrubbing floors when she was barely tall enough to hold a mop. She ran away at sixteen with nothing but the clothes on her back. That’s the legacy you left her.”
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The man’s face turned an ugly shade of red, his mouth opening and closing as if he were searching for words but finding none.
The man blinked, his boldness faltering. “That’s not—”
“And she didn’t rebuild her life alone,” Daniel cut in, his voice steady but laced with righteous anger.
“We met in that same orphanage after my parents dumped me there. We were just kids, but we made a promise—to survive, to create the lives we deserved, and to find each other again someday. And we did. Every dollar we have, every brick in this house, every ounce of joy—we earned it. You didn’t give her anything but scars.”
Embarrassed senior man confronted by a young man. | Source: Midjourney
I felt tears well up, my chest tightening as Daniel’s words hit me like waves of both affirmation and emotion. He wasn’t just standing up for me; he was laying bare the battles we’d fought and won together.
The man’s face twisted, his emotions flickering between anger, humiliation, and something almost pitiable. “So you’re telling me,” he spat, “that she owes me nothing? After everything?”
Daniel stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. “Not a damn thing. Not your validation. Not your approval. And definitely not your greed. You don’t get to walk in here and rewrite history. She’s better off without you. Now get off my property before I call the police.”
Young man confronting a senior man | Source: Midjourney
For a tense moment, the man stood there, his jaw working like he was chewing on his pride. Then, shoulders slumping, he muttered something and turned away, walking down the driveway with heavy, defeated steps.
Daniel waited until the man disappeared down the street before closing the door. The silence that followed was deafening. He turned to me, and the sight of his steady gaze broke me into tears as he crossed the room, pulling me into his arms.
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“You’re the strongest person I know,” he murmured, his voice soft now. “He doesn’t deserve a second of your energy. You built this life. We built this life.”
I nodded against his chest, the weight of the encounter slowly melting away. “You’re right,” I whispered. “I owe him nothing.”
Daniel pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, a small, determined smile on his face. “That’s because everything you are, you’ve earned. And no one—especially him—gets to take that from you.”
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