Day In The Life: Old Ruffian
OK, so I’m up in the woods, right? All of a sudden—BAM—one helluva grizz comes up on me. I mean a big ol’ gal, maybe 6, 700 pounds of Mama Bear. Turns out, I’m standing between her and her cubs. She lets out a beastly rukus—nearly blows my damn eardrums out. Do you think I stepped down? Naw, I just stared her straight back in her beady black eyes and gave a good wild man growl. She comes lumberin’ at me but—POW—I deck her right in the kisser with my good hand. I stand still, facing her with my dukes up. She circles around me with her head down. I grab a cub as my spoils. He lives with me now in my backcountry cabin. Makes a damn fine watch bear. His name is James. And that’s the story of how I defeated MamaGrizz.