Love it!
I knew a guy out nabessna road who had been mauled twice in his life. He had a lodge and you could see scars on his neck. People would ask about them and he’d remove his shirt and drop his pants to his ankles. He looked like Frankenstein down one side. Now he really hated bear. Most Alaskans shoot bear and wolves whenever they see them. They use to get in my garbage at 3 in morning. Dogs would wake me up and I’d hang out kitchen window with an ar; chase them off. Wolves were our coons.