Being one rung removed from the top of the food chain is not a feeling I’m comfortable with. Yet there I was, with three buddies — Chris Hayes, Jeff Darlington, Ty Shalley, and Rico — standing on a river bank in the middle of the Alaskan bush. Nobody said a word as we stood there, gawking at the huge grizzly bear tracks in the sand. Fresh bear tracks, each the size of a salad plate with 5-inch claws. I’m not sure what the others were pondering, but I kept thinking about the fact that grizzly bears can out-run a horse. That they can kill a 1,200-pound moose with one blow to the head. About how they could easily beat you in a swim race. About how “grizzly” sounds a lot like what your remains would look like after a bear got through with you.
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