When I graduated forestry school, my first job was with the Forest Service in Island Park, Idaho. I had spent one summer in Montana and lots of black bears but no Grizz. The 2nd day working a clear cut boundary, I was chased up a tree by a grizzly. I went up a lodgepole pine that had no branches for 25 feet and hung in for 30 minutes. He finally left. A year later I was chased back to my truck by another grizzly. This was before pepper spray. Not fun.

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