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Scary Wild Animal Happenings, I'll start
>16, living in Wyoming at the time
>I loved it there. I liked the surroundings, the hunting, weather (winter suckd ballz), and everything else
>Up behind our house is a ridge
>I liked to go hiking up there sometimes, it was good exercise and fun to fuck around, sometimes you would find a deer antlers during their shedding season, once i found an elk antler
>Would bring my .45 Vaquero ( the 4 inch one for you /k/ doods)
>brought it mostly just in case i seen a coyote or mountain lion, otherwise it was a cute lil' gun
> one day during late April i'm out and about on the ridge
>I set up a lawn chair that overlooks the "valley" we live in, sit in that and whittle away at a stick i found
>an hour passes, its getting dark
>i get up out of chair, turn around
>grizzly about 8 ft away from me, was walking towards me, didn't even hear it
>shit n piss my pants
>think "fuck, was there cubs nearby"
We lived about 200 miles away from Yellowstone too, but how dafuq did this one come this far is something i still have no clue about
>Grab my .45, fire a shot and wave my arms around, the whole tactic
>bear gtfo's of dodge
>haul my own ass back to house
She would've mauled me if I was near her cubs, so I know that she, or he, had no cubs. Was it curious or something? no fucking clue.
Pic related, its what the ridge looks like
