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

dried blood near my temple. He did not flinch from the smell. He lowered his muzzle to the rope again and closed his teeth around the strand that pinned my right shoulder.

I braced before he pulled.

Pain flashed white behind my eyes. The rope tightened across bruised ribs, then rasped against bark as the bear twisted his head. Fibers popped—not many,continue reading …