A grizzly is a formidable foe, perhaps none more so than Scarface.
Oh, he is way past his prime, 24 years old now, nearing the end of the life expectancy of a grizzly in the wild. He’s been dethroned by young upstarts and relegated to eking out a lonely man’s existence in the interstices between rival territories.
But one look at Scarface and you just know that he was a contender.
Mesmerized, I had been watching him amble through the willows on the other side of the Lamar River.
Then he turned toward me.
Moving slowly but confidently, Scarface waded into the river and started across. This is his territory, after all; I was the intruder.
Those scars, of course, are evidence of a lifetime of battles won and lost.
But what’s more interesting, according to local lore, is that some of those scars are self-inflicted.
See that yoke around his neck? To scientific researchers he is bear No. 211 and it is said that he has been darted and tranquillized fifteen times. Some of those collars undoubtedly malfunctioned but he has repeatedly clawed at his own flesh to rip off no one knows how many others out of spite and the desire to live free and unfettered, without restraint.
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