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

to move it. Beyond the bear’s shoulder, the last daylight lay in thin gray bands between the firs.

Then the rest came back.

My radio was gone. So was my phone, my sidearm, and the duty belt that identified me as a state conservation officer. The men who had taken them had left my canvas field pack under a fern twenty feet away, either because it looked continue reading …