"And the horses start their snorting again, so here I am, in my underwear, with a Mini-Mag in my right hand and a can of bear spray in my left..."

"Did I mention I hadn't taken the little tab off the can? Nobody told me about taking the safety off on your can of bear spray..."

"So, here I am with just this little flashlight, charging around the corral, expecting to chase off that little Pooh Bear again, and here's this huge fuckin' bear, about as far away as that table. I mean, a Volkswagon with claws!"

Beer and wildlifers telling tales. Hours and hours of such tales. About grizzlies and mice. Bat caves and owls. Horse packing trips, forest fires, and secret fishing holes.

Life is good.