When I was a little boy, my grandpa made some shine in the mountains. Once he and I were walking in to the site where apparently some bear dogs had recently come through. It was quite a walk and by the time we got close we were both winded. My grandpa who stuttered pretty bad was leaning up against a hugh poplar tree. We talked for a few minutes and then were really surprised by a big racket up in the tree above grandpa. It was a darned bear and it was tearing down the trunk fast and I mean really fast. It ran all over grandpa and off into the woods. In a moment the old man rolled over onto his feet and staring at me said, " B...
B...By... Ga..GOD that was close!"
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