They Left a Wildlife Officer Tied to a Pine-But the Grizzly Reached for the Rope Instead of His Throat

wedged in a split near the roots. It resisted at first, then came free with a dry scrape. I coiled it into an evidence bag and stood listening to the water running beneath the spring snow.

A branch broke across the slope. I turned slowly. A grizzly stood among the young firs sixty yards uphill.

He was far enough away for both of us to remain honest. continue reading …