Mines a bit of a story to explain!
I used to be a forester, in the woods, felling trees, wearing women's clothing and hanging around in bars and all that. I also used to be into lifting big weights as I obviously wanted to be Arnie, so when I wasn't wrestling trees, I was in the gym slinging iron.
Whenever there was a particularly big log to pick up and put on the timber stack (we did this by hand as my boss wouldn't fork out for a forwarder or other machinery), or just when there was particularly heavy work to be done, then I was called to put in some effort.
One particular time, two of my more lightweight colleagues were struggling with a big log so they called me to help and with the two of them on one end and me on the other we lifted the log on to the stack, but it really was at the limits of what we could all manage. During the lift (and most other heavy lifts as I recall), I clenched my teeth and gave several encouraging growls as a weight lifter would do when straining under something heavy (I'm sure you know what I mean). This was a really big log after all!
We fell about to the floor exhausted once done, and after regaining breath, one of them said that it sounded like there was 10 bears on the other end of the log which made us all laugh. From then on, every time a lift needed doing, they shouted for 10 Bears and the name has stuck.
Its not a name I use in real life and I don't do that job any more, so I thought I would resurrect it for the forum! Grrrr.
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