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

backed toward the truck, stumbling through brush, Dean keeping the rifle between them and the bear without finding the nerve to raise it again.

As Luke passed my field pack, he looked over Dean’s shoulder. His boot caught the strap and kicked it uphill.

The pack slid across wet needles and stopped three feet from my right hand. Dean did not notice.

I continue reading …