Dave, I know it was serious at the moment, but the line "that was tryin to run up my britches leg" made me laugh. Very descriptive.
I've kicked a snarling angry black bear out of the brush, but then he wasn't a Mother Grizzly. As tough as he wanted to sound he knew if I got close enough I would shoot and eat him. He fled out the back.
I was chased by bulls twice when young. I flat out ran a Jersey bull thru the brush bending around trees like a world champ barrel horse. Twice I felt his breath on my back and I picked up speed.
I would think a grizz and a bull with a mean streak might waller one around in the dirt a while before any pepper spray worked.
It was a lit'l on the comical side...........The short story of dealing with a pissed off bear.
A close friend and I were chasing the elusive wapiti.
Having tied the horses off after riding as high as we could.
After hiking our way into the black timber for a hour or so,
stopped for a short break and a glassing of the area ahead.
We had moved fifty yards or so and the brush below us started popping,
my sidekick had won the coin flip as to who
had first shot and he's a few steps ahead of me and a lit'l
higher ground. He is craning his neck like ET looking for a
ride home, thinking we had buggered an ol bull out of his bed.....
Well, out of the low brush boils this piss'd blackie, poppin it's teeth and wholff'n every jump.
I'm thinking my pard's gonna shoot, talk about tunnel vision...I'm locked on, I'm thinking somebody gonna have to shoot. So, at about 15 feet I thought it was close enough and let that bear have one at the point of the shoulder, that turned it and I gave it another between the shoulder blades and that was all she wrote as they say.
As we were skinning it out, I made the backhand'd comment to my ol cowboy partner, "Well, was ya gonna wait till she ran up my britches leg before you started shooting?"
His reply was just as curt, "Hell fire, I'm elk huntin' Bud!"
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