What is the most scary experience you have?

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Mine was flying, but, it wasn't any of the crashes.


We had just flown in for a Special Needs airshow at Grand Junction. Wonderful FBO, great crowd and overall good time. It was early spring, 1998 maybe.
As an aside, nothing will humble you like a handicapped kid asking for your autograph.

Anyway, we were on the way back. Normal brief, nothing out of the ordinary. The HAC had about 5,000 hours in type and was very trusted.

Somewhere near the Wasatch mountains, we took an unbriefed, unplanned tour, just to see some scenery. There was weather, but, nothing unusual. Then we got into a mini-blizzard, nothing above, below or to the sides except snow. And ice.

I was in the back, but we were all hooked up to comms. No holes to fly to and we were nearing our altitude ceiling. I could hear a change in pitch of the main rotors and knew they were icing up. What I did not know until the debrief was that the HAC was experiencing vertigo. Anyway, we found a hole, and flew home.
 
Myself and a friend were brown bear hunting in Kodiak. The out fitter had just purchased a 67' yacht for our base camp. On the third night we lost an engine turbo and it was decided by the captain to return to Kodiak, a two hour run. When we were about an hour out the seas turned very violent and we started to take on water. The ship was three stories high and from the upper deck I was looking up at the waves. Death seemed pretty close to all 7 of us on board. We made it into the harbor and my friend and I left the ship for a hotel. The engine was fixed and we went back out the next day on much calmer seas....No bear.. The next spring the out fitter called and told me that he had had the boat inspected and they found that it had dry rot and it was a wonder it hadn't broken up. He offered a return trip to the peninsula the next fall at a reduced price. We went and both got big bears. Mine was a true 10.6" at 35 yards....
 
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Had a neighbors very aggressive pit bull get in my toddlers face on my property when I was about 40 yards away. I started hollering and charging that dog and grabbed my kid. Only lasted a few seconds but it scared the ever living shite out of me.

I killed that dog at a later time when it charged me and I was prepared.
 
Elk hunting, alone in Idaho with a bow. Really steep country,it had poured rain all night.
im working a bull about 150 yards away. He isn‘t interested
i don’t Have very good hearing, due to being a carpenter for years.

I hear a bull running at me from above, maybe 50 yards above me. I turn around a there is a boulder about the size of a wheelbarrow rolling downhill the hill. It misses me by about 10 yards, and preceded to roll to the creek bottom about 400 yards down the hill.
if I was in its path there was no time to move.
exciting for sure
 
I had flown to FL to stay at Mom's house for a couple weeks in spring as CO was having a good winter and I didn't have any work lined up and was cold and bored. I borrowed her Prius to go turkey hunting. Wanted to bag a "true" Osceola and picked a WMA south of the imaginary line that delineates Osceola/Eastern birds. It had been raining for a week straight and I drove down some dirt road I researched on map. Actually found a gobbling bird that was coming to me but couldn't close the deal bc of my lack of knowledge about the area. Let him cool off then I walked around and found a good spot to set up the next day. Should have just stayed and called him back but i was soaked. Drove the 2 hours there the next day in more rain. The road I drove down was flooded over so I parked and slung shotgun over my neck and shoulder for the long walk in. As I crossed flooded road on the hump at edge of road I could see red eyes in the headlamp. I was walking right to it on my path of highest ground. Thought it was a coon or swamp rat. I got real close and bent down to come face to face with a gator, big head and feet inches away. Holy crap , I can't remember if I turned and ran or slowly backed out to car. I waited til light and tried to hunt but saw 3 more gators and was jumping at every sound and could not calm down. Most scared I have been in my adult life, I think.
 
Shot a spike w my bow in a dark pine area at last light. Went back the next morning and followed the blood trail. Met a black bear that decided the elk was his. The bear followed me -escorting me out of the area. A bow vs bear didn’t sound like a good plan. The bear won. And I’m still here.
 
The three sided drop toilet/outhouse in Northern British Columbia in the middle of the night was pretty creepy. Dropping a deuce in 10 degree weather is bad enough, but sitting there exposed in the pitch black in grizzly country was not a whole lot of fun. Then you had a nice little walk back to camp on the trail just to get your heart pumping before you get back into your bunk. After a week you kind of got used to it, but it was always unsettling.
 
I did a stupid thing once.....

My first weekend being stationed in south Texas, I went 40+ miles past the the "4WD only" sign on South Padre Island. Stopped, got out the hibachi and fired up the coals. I watched my dog, then decided to swim in the ocean. Came back, ate some elk and took another swim, but, by this time it was dark. Went home.

The next weekend there was a report in the Corpus Christi Caller Times that some dude had caught two tiger sharks from the beach. one 9.5 feet long and the other 11 feet long. He would only give his location as 'about 40 miles' past the 4WD only sign.

I never swam in the ocean again.
 
Self guided caribou hunt in Alaska back in 98. We took a little single shot 20 gauge along to shoot ptarmigan to eat at camp. I started into a big stand of willows that I had seen a group of birds go into. I made it about 10 yards in, and my sixth sense abruptly stopped me in my tracks. I could fell the hair stand up on the back of my neck and my body was covered with goose bumps. I backed out and moved on across the tundra. After some time had passed, I looked back at those willows and saw a big grizzly sow and two cubs come out. To this day, I believe that I was within feet of that sow and didn't see her. I've never been to that level of fear in my life. Things are definitely different when you're not at the top of the food chain.
 
Years ago over on the western slope of Colorado a hiker was found brutally murdered in the mountains. Time went by and no suspects were ever found. Someone decided to go to the scene and look around....down the mountain a ways they found a boulder with blood and other evidence. Apparently that hiker was not as lucky as you were.
 
In the 1994 a bunch of buddies and I went on a grad party trip to Cancun for a week after graduating High School. Now I'm no cassanova, but at that time I was a gym rat getting ready to play some college football so I was built pretty damn well. You combine that veneer with an endless supply of cheap booze, house music, an above average line of BS, and I was able to coerce several young ladies into making many poor choices with me during that week.
When I got home my old man strongly suggested that I get tested for the full list of STD's before I got back in the game around town.
The week or so that I waited to get all of those test results were some pretty scary times........o_O
 
'20 Spring Turkey hunt. I had set up and called that morning to no avail. I decided to move to another ridge to shock call and listen for responses. As I am moving down this little meadow I catch the slightest movement to my right. Made me pause and back up a couple steps. I look over to my right and see a very nice sized mtn lion crouched and watching me through the scrub oak. I realized at that moment I was only carrying my shotgun with turkey load in it. I decided to talk to him, try and convince him I wasn't worth it. He must have agreed. After what felt like forever, he turned and went down the hillside behind him. '10 2nd Rifle Elk in 444, crossing a power line opening on a side hill. As I was about 20yds from the tree line on the other side and I hear this growl like an oversized house cat. I'm dead a$$ standing in the open on the side of a mountain. I froze. Slowly brought my rifle up. That bothered him some apparently. He poked his head through the pine tree bough and gave me another growl. I kind of stepped to my right to adjust my stance and at that moment he bolted down the hill. To this day, largest cat I've ever seen, anywhere. '08 Archery deer hunt in 501. I had went into an area first thing in the morning but saw nothing worth flinging an arrow at. I worked my way around a bit and ended up circling back on my tracks. In them I found a nice set of lion tracks. I decided to cut down from there, thinking I was being smart to cut short. Came over a rise and hello kitty within 10yds of me with just my bow in hand. First experience with a cat and when he bolted off and made 0 sound doing so, I was a complete nope for the rest of the day. I am convinced that I will likely be kitty chow at some point.
 
I was 10, got to go hunting with dad and 3 other guys- one a newbie. Driving along a road, we saw a herd of elk and pulled over. Everyone got out but the newbie, and I jumped in the front seat to put my boots on real quick. Boots on, jumped out of Blazer to go look at the elk, when BOOM! from inside the vehicle. The dude was loading his freaking gun behind where I was sitting, and shot through the seat back, the seat cushion, the floorboard, and into the right front tire. 10 seconds separation between being dead vs watching dad just go ballistic on the guy about gun safety.
 
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Summer 1998, on our High Adventure backpacking trip into Yellowstone National Park near Camp Loll for Boy Scouts. 2nd night in, we're 17 miles back in, camping along the Bechler River. We spent the late afternoon swimming in a warm pool in a tributary to the Bechler. After dinner, near dusk, dad and I leave camp to hike a quarter mile down the trail to a meadow we had come through on our way in, hoping to see some wildlife. Just before the meadow, we see a cow moose and her calf about 40 yards from us. As we watch them, we hear rustling in the trees and brush across the river, and the cow moose becomes alert. Then goes back to eating. We ran back up the trail to get the rest of our group to come see the moose. Unfortunately, none of them were interested, so dad and I went back down towards the meadow again. As we approached the spot where the moose was, I hear something and grabbed my dad's arm and said, "There's the calf." But, before I had even finished saying it, he and I both realized that the black and brown animal to our left about 40 yards away, was not a calf moose. It was a Grizzly Bear, and he was tearing a stump and rotted log apart getting at his treat inside. We watched for only a few moments before my dad motioned for me to quietly move back up the trail... After about 20 of 30 yards, we started talking loudly and briskly made our way away from the bear and back up the trail. In camp, my friends said I was ghost white. We got our "guide" (19 year old scout camp employee) and everyone else and loudly made our way back to the spot. The bear was gone... I've never felt a rush of fear like that since...
 
Partner and I escorting two cuffed Norteno's across a prison yard at night. The yard was down due to a large 50 inmate fight. Convicts laying all over the soccer field, weapons as well.Complete power surge, all yard lights, building lights went black in a nano second. Pitch black no moon darkness! Secondary lights failed to come on for what felt like and eternity. Absolutely a perfect time to sucker punch or stick staff.It was only probably 30 seconds and the back up gen came on.. Come to find out the Convicts were more scared than us.
 
Might sound like a dumb thing to be scared of but it wasn't fun at the time. A few years back my older brother and I were night hunting hogs over a feeder on a lease we had. The wind was going to be wrong that night for the best spot so I convinced him we should move the popup blind to the other side of the feeder. Around midnight a group of pigs (big sow and piglets) came in and came within about 2 feet of the blind. The sow could tell something was wrong but the piglets darted right past us to the feeder. We couldn't see her but we could tell the sow was about to take off from behind us and take the young pigs with her. I hurried and shot one of her piglets in the face so we could eat some fresh pork that next day. Well upon shooting the piglet, momma pig got extremely upset and started making noises I didn't know pigs could make. This was in a CRP field and the grasses were 3-4 feet tall and it was pitch black outside. We used our lights to try and locate momma but could not see her no matter how hard we tried. She was within 25 yards of us for about 20 minutes making all sorts of crazy sounds and surely looking for someone to punish. After time we felt she moved off but we weren't really sure. So my brother went one way to the truck and I went the other to go get the pig. We figured splitting up would help our odds. Luckily nothing happened but it was quite intense for a bit. Most people probably think it's dumb to be scared of a pig, but they can do some real damage. When it's dark and you got a pissed off pig in tall grass you'll definitely get a few extra beats out of the heart. I'll tell you what though... that little piglet is the best eating pig i've ever eaten to this day.
 
When you get my age, you will have had a couple experiences. Most are eye openers, a couple really get your heart rate up, and the few you live thru stay with you forever!
1st-Rolled a dragster eleven times in front of a crowd at the strip
2nd-Passenger on a military hop, landing gear failure and flopped on a foamed field in Norfolk
3rd-Fuel truck drove across a runway as we were landing at IAH in Houston. You can do a touch and go in a 737, with almost vertical climb out!!

Everything else are just learning experiences.
 
Plenty of experiences at work. As far as hunting, one time I got some access through private property to hunt “the big ridge” west of Fairview WY. It was late October, so I was dressed accordingly. Wool vest, heavy pants, cold weather boots. I was walking back to the pickup and had a stream cross. I’d crossed it further up in the dark that morning and it was no problem. I went to step in the middle of it and push up towards the opposite bank and the bottom of the stream went completely out from underneath me. I was submerged over my head, and could not touch the bottom with my feet. The Weatherby Mark V I rifle was like a boat anchor as I clambered and clawed by way out and up the opposite bank. I don’t know how I make it out of there alive, and with all my gear.
 
I was working on a logging crew back in the late 60's. One foggy morning the cat skinner was in a big hurry and he told me to mount up about 15 minutes before start time. He was a gung-ho guy. We started up the mountain and got about half way up. I was standing on the deck looking up the hill and I saw this big old growth Redwood come out of the fog headed right at us. I ducked under the canopy and yelled to the cat skinner, "You killed us, you SOB!" The tree hit about 15' along side and limbs rained down on us. The limbs bent the canopy but for some reason neither of us was hit.

The faller couldn't hear the cat and we couldn't hear his saw. He wasn't expecting us to be early.
 
About ran the boat aground early in the morning heading out fishing. It was dark (but light enough to see out 100 yds or so) and didn't "trust" my gps trail from the day before.
Thought I had cleared a rock island outside the no wake zone leaving the marina and began to make a course change to head down the lake.

Was looking to the horizon for a land bearing that was the opening to another channel/canyon and saw the top of the rock island ahead as the horizon land bearing.

Quickly got off the hotfoot (throttle) and sat the boat down fast and turned sharp to starboard away from the island. Was probably about 125 yds away still but travel speed was around 15 mph.

Scared the living piss out of me.

Moral of the story, wait 15 min longer before heading out...
 
Boat mishap while on a fly-in fishing trip in Ontario. Ended-up under water with lots of gear on. Next thing I know I'm being beat-up (pumped) by one of my fellow fishermen from the trip. Went from racing down the lake to under water choking-down water instead of air, to unconscious in VERY short order. Thank God for fast acting friends who knew how to start getting the water draining from my lungs lightning fast.
 
I was fishing the green river on my pontoon boat several years back. There was still spring runoff and there was a small 3-4 foot water fall. I believe my friend took his boat to shore and walked around it. I decided to be an idiot and just go over it (I knew better). As soon as I went over it, the undertow pulled me backwards into the waterfall. I was stuck in neutral for a few seconds and all of a sudden it flipped me completely backwards. My feet were straight in the air and my head and chest were submerged in the water. I still had my fishing pole in my hand and I let go of it. I was able to get out of and around the boat. I’ll never forget the look on my friends face. It was fear and I’m sure he thought I might drown. It was a long, cold , 2 or so hour float to the truck.
 
Brown Bear Hunt east of Bethel.
Fly-in/drop off 10 day tent hunt.
Me and the guide.
The night before I had a VERY vivid dream of a
bear attacking us both while in the tent.
The next night I'm dreaming that a bear is sniffing
my face through the tent. I wake up, relieved that
it was just a dream. Then I hear a bear sniffing my face
through the tent!! Seemed like an eternity as I lay there
in my Big Agnes bag like a burrito. Probably more like 60
seconds.
It was actually pushing the tent with his nose like he was
trying to touch me. And he knew EXACTLY where my head
was. If I hadnt moved my head slightly to the side he would
have.
Instant cold sweat and dry mouth.
Apparently, he lost interest and moved on, but not before
dropping an enormous blueberry bomb at the entrance
of the tent.
Never so happy to see daylight.
 
Roadrunner: We were fishing on Langara Island and one of the guides left a little early in the fog. We left about 15 minutes later and lo and behold about 400 yards down the channel there was a nice Grady White boat parked about 40' up a gravel bar with three very shook up guys.
 
Another Navy thing. We were doing deep water survival training in the Gulf of Mexico.

They dropped us off in the water 7 or so miles offshore from a boat with all our flight gear on....boots, life vest (under normal circumstances, a CO 2 cartridge would inflate the lobes. These we had needed to be manually inflated...and the leaked), helmet, flight suit...everything. Then they flew along with a couple or three helos to pick us up one at a time until the helo was full.

I was next to last guy to get picked up. Im pretty comfortable in the water, blowing up my life vest once in awhile.

Then, out of the corner of my eye I see three dorsal fins. WTF, this is not how it is supposed to go.

I gave myself a salt water enema from puckering my butthole so hard. About 2 seconds later I realised it was 3 dolphins.
 
Back in 91 a bunch of us headed up to northern Idaho for an elk hunt in the Selway up the White Cap river. Four of us packed in 10 miles from the trail head to a place called Coopers Meadow. The second day a buddy and I rode up a canyon about two miles from camp and when the terrain got too ruff we tied off our horses and continued climbing. The timber was so thick and full of blow downs it made climbing difficult and you couldn't see more then 10 yards in any direction. We got about another mile up when my buddy has to visit the back side of a tree. I continued up a ways and heard a bull bugle so I sat down and started calling. He came busting in so close all I could see was fur in my scope. One shot and he dropped and slid down a little ledge. My buddy comes running up to see what I shot. We started quarterin up the elk. After we were finished we hung everything in the trees and started back for our horses. It was gettin late so we rode back to camp. The next morning we rode up as far as we could then led the horses the rest of the way up. After packing the meat I tied the rack and cape up but didn't have any more rope to tie it on so I figured we'd come back the next day and get it. We headed out and got back to the trail head and spent the night at the trucks. The next morning we rode back in and broke camp the headed back up to get my rack. Not wanting to haul more gear then necessary we left our rifles back at the truck. When we were near where I killed the elk I could see the ground was tore up like a rototiller had been thru there. The gut pile was gone and my cape was tore open and drug around. Now I'm standin there realizing there's been a bear here and could still be close by and neither of us has a gun. You couldn't have drove a needle up my ass with a sledge hammer. My rack was only about 30 feet away. I was frantically looking around the see if I could see a bear. I figured if the bear was still around he was gonna get me either way. So I looped my lead rope around a branch and ran up and grabbed my rack in one loop swung around and grabbed my lead rope. I looked like a hurdler runnin down thru the blow downs draggin my horse behind me. Learned my lesson the day to always carry a gun in bear country. That may have been my scariest moment or it could have been the time I was hanging on a little ledge on a cliff tryin to strangle a mountain goat that my hunter wounded and knocked of the cliff
 
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Archery elk hunting one September and see a young 5 point bull make an alarmed dash and "fall down" in the brush. Wandered over to find a mountain lion on its fresh kill who thought I was competition. The lion growled and hissed at me, advancing to about 7 yards. I yanked an arrow from my quiver and threw it end over end at the mountain lion. When the arrow bounced off, he simply sniffed the arrow, gave another menacing growl and continued advancing. I quickly nocked another arrow, and shot him at about 10 FEET without even thinking about using my sights. Hit him somewhere mid body and he leapt past me within arms reach, and took off into the brush.

I tried to keep hunting that day, but really couldn't relax and focus for quite some time.
 
A guy flew into Denver to go look at some equipment we had for sale in Colorado Springs. He purchased the equipment and on the drive back to Denver as we were crossing over the Palmer Divide up ahead we see a car spin out on ice and hit the center divider bounce off do a 180 and come to rest facing into the outside lane. We were doing about 75 MPH and right next to me was an 18 wheeler...someone was going to get killed. I moved as close to the center divider so that my mirror was about 6" from it. The truck moved to within a foot of my passenger mirror. Neither of us touched our brakes or swerved. We flew past the spun out car at about 70 MPH. When we cleared I looked back in my mirror and vehicles were flying around like leaves in the wind. My passenger was shaking really bad. He was as scared as anyone I have ever seen. The trucks tires were no more than 18" from him. He was still shaking when I dropped him off at the airport. The news that night said that 90 vehicles were wrecked in that accident. The truck and I were the only ones unscathed.
 
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Another Navy thing. We were doing deep water survival training in the Gulf of Mexico.

They dropped us off in the water 7 or so miles offshore from a boat with all our flight gear on....boots, life vest (under normal circumstances, a CO 2 cartridge would inflate the lobes. These we had needed to be manually inflated...and the leaked), helmet, flight suit...everything. Then they flew along with a couple or three helos to pick us up one at a time until the helo was full.

I was next to last guy to get picked up. Im pretty comfortable in the water, blowing up my life vest once in awhile.

Then, out of the corner of my eye I see three dorsal fins. WTF, this is not how it is supposed to go.

I gave myself a salt water enema from puckering my butthole so hard. About 2 seconds later I realised it was 3 dolphins.
HA!!
That will make you stain the water for sure.
I had the same thing happen while wade fishing
Tampa Bay in the Mangroves. Belly Button deep,
coming around the Mangroves high speed at
10 ft. away, all I could think was BULL SHARK!!!
 
1994 South East Alaska. Packing goat hunts. Full pack slipped on "snot Grass" wearing rain pants Steep Slope Zoom.Rain pants on that Slope I was in bad trouble... kick steered to the only rock on the Slope. 6 inch rock stayed in the ground...stopped me from going off a 300 footer....Bothers me every time I think of it....Thanks for bringing it up!
 
In 2004 I had a sheep tag in the Frank Church. I climbed from the river up a ridge near Alder Creek. Well I got ciffed out. I had thrown my pack on the ledge above me. It took about an hour of trying to pull myself up to the next ledge. My brother watched from the next ridge over. Scared the hell out of me.
 
Roadrunner: We were fishing on Langara Island and one of the guides left a little early in the fog. We left about 15 minutes later and lo and behold about 400 yards down the channel there was a nice Grady White boat parked about 40' up a gravel bar with three very shook up guys.

As soon as I toned down the backlight on the gps display and took the mask off that shields wind I could see just fine.

Go figure.
 
Another close call in the woods. The cat was taking some logs to the landing and I was getting the next turn set. There was a log about 10' diameter and 20' long I needed to put a choker around. It was laying tight to the ground so I had to get under there and grub out a hole for the choker. After I did that, the cat was back and as he backed up to that log, just that slight ground vibration caused the log to turn loose and roll about a half turn. I was under there not a minute before. The cat skinner offered me a cigarette. HA!
 
Another close call in the woods. The cat was taking some logs to the landing and I was getting the next turn set. There was a log about 10' diameter and 20' long I needed to put a choker around. It was laying tight to the ground so I had to get under there and grub out a hole for the choker. After I did that, the cat was back and as he backed up to that log, just that slight ground vibration caused the log to turn loose and roll about a half turn. I was under there not a minute before. The cat skinner offered me a cigarette. HA!
Seem’s like loggers and oil riggers are cut from the same cloth……… “you’re on your own, Jack.”
 
Fly fishing battle creek with my son who was around 7-8 years old at the time. Was fishing a big hole on top of a 40' waterfall. Had turned my back for just a second and I barley heard what I thought was a "help". As I turned to look all I saw was a hand sticking out of the water trying to grab the side of the big boulder that I was standing on heading straight for the waterfall. I didn't want to lose my fly rod so I reeled it in, set it down, and proceeded to jump in the pool to grab the kid. I was able to throw him on top of the last rock before the drop and I then proceeded to go over the falls. Luckily I landed without hitting anything into the deep water below without so much as a scratch. The scary part was as I went over just knowing I was going to hit rocks and it wasn't going to feel good. I was never worried about the kid as I knew I could get to him in time and my Bro In law was coming to get him off the rock as I went over.
 
In 2004 I had a sheep tag in the Frank Church. I climbed from the river up a ridge near Alder Creek. Well I got ciffed out. I had thrown my pack on the ledge above me. It took about an hour of trying to pull myself up to the next ledge. My brother watched from the next ridge over. Scared the hell out of me.
That Church can be brutal.................
 
Well, I have a few up hunting maybe some that may be worse than this, but this one was recent. I was hunting bears in Idaho last year. I had this bear I tried to get to. The problem was that I would drop down into the basin do a little bushwhacking and head up the other side. When I headed up the other side the trees were in my face and I couldn't tell exactly where I was. I walked all the way back through the basin and upon on the ridge where I spotted him from and the bear had not moved a hundred yards. So next day I got my wife to hike the 3 miles in to sit up on the ridge and guide me in when I popped out on the other Ridge to where the bear was. Within about 10 minutes we spotted the bear so I took off down through the thick stuff to cross the basin. About 15 minutes and a mile later I I broke out into this little meadow with a grizzly staring at me from about 30 yards. I said you have got to be shi**ing me. Mainly because now I didn't know how I was going to get to the black bear on the last day of the hunt. I pulled the 41 magnum from my hip and cocked it and aimed it at the grizzly as I started walking backwards. He took a step kinda quartering to me. Next...well I tripped and fell in a snow bank as I was back peddling. I jumped up and pointed the gun at him. I was able to get some trees between us after a few minutes and was feeling safer but a little turned around in the thick trees. I got ahold of my wife and told her I ran into a grizz and didn't know if I should try and go around him (wasn't sure where he was anymore) or just backout. She had lost sight of the black bear so I finally found the trail and got out of there. It was a pretty cool experience. I always wonder how close I was to him the first day I was hiking through the thick stuff. I took close to the same path both times. What haunts me the most as if I would have shot the black bear and then my wife would have headed over to me and ran into that grizzly by herself.

Both days I was in the thick stuff I was making a fair bit of noise talking to myself which I think possibly saved me some trouble. For when I broke out in the meadow the grizzly was waiting for me and knew I was coming because he could hear me, it's not like I walked up on him and surprised him which could have been bad.
 
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