This is a story of a grizzly bear attack at Yellowstone National Park on four Wisconsin men. Four guys spotted a grizzly, decided to follow it and got more than they bargained for...
The Grizzly - By Gordon Oscar Whitten
Jason Manning, Dean Winstead, Jared Greene, and Daniel Harding had planned to go out to Yellowstone National Park from Wisconsin on a camping trip at the Madison Campground. They had no idea that this would be the last trip they would ever take together.
This trip had been in the works for months to go out camping in mid-September during a week when their alma mater the Wisconsin Badgers weren't playing on Saturday. They all took off of work for a week, piling in to Dean's green Dodge Ram Super Cab loading their gear into the bed of the truck and set out at four in the morning on Highway 90 West from Sparta. They'd all decided before the trip that they would wear blue jeans and camouflage tops or jackets. No one objected. It would be corny, but cool, they all thought.
It was almost a twenty hour trip and they talked about a lot of subjects on the way from women, to movies, to beer. Jared had just gotten engaged and the guys all gave him crap about whether Jenny had given him permission to go and they all laughed. Jared laughed with a little less enthusiasm than his friends because he did ask Jenny's permission. The guys didn't pick up on him not totally sharing their level of fervor. Maybe because they all knew it was true. For entertainment, Dean brought his Brad Paisley Collection MP3 CD which had every song they liked from one of their favorite country artists. They basically put the CD on random and turned it up or down depending on the song playing and the conversation.
When they stopped for gas and snacks in Sioux Falls, Jason, since he had driven the first leg bought two six-packs of Miller Lite. They didn't bring any beer with them because they knew that they would get started too early and everybody would be toasted but the driver, and nobody was going to drive twenty hours straight. Dean took over for Jason to drive the rest of the way there and Jared and Daniel would drive back home.
After two beers, Jason began talking about what they would do if they saw a bear. "Hey, Boo Boo. How about a pickinic basket," he said in his best Yogi Bear voice. They all laughed heartily. "If I see one, I'm going to follow it. See where it goes," Jason chimed in. They kept on laughing.
With the two in the back getting as drunk as a few beers could get them, the passenger was only allowed one, just in case he had to take over for the driver. That was their rule since college. It was common knowledge now; the passenger didn't even fight it anymore at this point. For the second leg, the passenger was Jared and he wasn't much of a drinker anyway. After getting a little alcohol in them, Jason and Daniel went to sleep in the back. Dean characteristically wasn't too much of a talker while he drove so Jared just stayed awake and listened to music, making sure to stay awake and look over periodically to check to see if Dean stayed up as well. He didn't want to die in a fiery car accident.
When they arrived at the Madison Campground area near the west entrance they finished what was left of the registration and went to their designated area. Jason and Daniel unpacked the gear, while Jared and Dean set up the tents. After setting up the tents, they caught a couple of Z's. Since they'd stayed up most of the trip, nobody complained. Before he went to sleep, Dean asked Jason to wake them up around noon so they could explore.
Around noon the guys got up and packed a pocket full of beef jerky and set out to explore the park. Dean took the lead because he had a compass on his watch. They looked at all of the wildlife, the birds, squirrels, and even a herd of bison. After about three hours walking, Jason tugged on Dean's camouflage jacket and put a finger to his lips.
He pointed east and the rest of the guys strained their eyes to see what he was pointing at. About an eighth of a mile due east, a large male grizzly was foraging for berries or something. He wasn't too interested in eating, and seemed to be just wandering around.
"Let's follow it," Jason said.
The rest of the group had looks of doubt in their eyes, and Jason pounced since their eyes didn't have the obvious look of "no way, Jose".
"Come on. Don't be a bunch of punks. I talked about this in the car."
"We didn't think you were serious," Dean interjected. "We just thought it was the alcohol talking."
“What other chance are we going to have to do this? We'll stay a good distance behind. It won't be dangerous at all because he won't even know we are even here. Promise. We'll all joke about all of this years from now and have a laugh. It will be great!"
Jason was convincing, but that was his job, and they fell right into it. He was an agent for professional athletes and he was very adept at convincing college athletes why they should have him as an agent as opposed to someone else. This time, like many of the rest, he got these guys hook, line, and sinker. Since they didn't want to look soft, they went ahead with Jason's plan to follow the grizzly.
Jason borrowed Dean's compass and took point, following about an eighth of a mile behind the bear. He was right. The animal didn't even notice they were following him. It was like they were on one of those shows on National Geographic. It was better than Jason told them.
After about half a mile, the bear began walking a little faster and the guys had difficulty keeping up. They lost him for a moment. Then, Jared regained sight of him, spotting the bear a quarter of a mile in front of them. After keeping pace for another quarter of a mile, they lost track of him for good. They thought that it was because they were lagging too far back, trying to stay unnoticed so they went about their business. They leaned up against a tree and talked of how they would tell all of their other friends how they tracked a grizzly in the woods of Yellowstone Park, and how it didn't look that dangerous or scary.
As they talked, the grizzly comes bursting out of the bush and mauled Jared, killing him on the spot, using its four inch claws to rip him to pieces. The bear didn't growl first as it often did in the movies, standing up on its hind legs, giving the characters a chance to get away before giving chase. No, this bear just attacked, without warning or reason and as silent as a blink. The only growling came as it attacked, killing the young man as he and his friends spoke of how it looked no different than a big Wisconsin black bear, only a different color.
The three remaining guys ran, hoping their fallen friend would distract the bear and leave them be. They couldn't be more wrong.
The bear roared, leaving a heap of limp human remains. Much to the dismay of his friends, Jared didn't prove to be much of a distraction and the grizzly charged after them. Gaining fast with impressive speed for an animal weighing nearly half a ton, Dean attempted to confuse the animal by veering off to a path on the right. His idea may have very well saved the lives of Jason and Daniel, because the bear followed him, closing at such a speed it was as if the man wasn't running at all. The large mouth clamped down on the neck of the man after it used its front paws to push him down from behind, appearing to run up Dean's back. His scream was cut off immediately as if a switch was flipped.
The other two were smarter, knowing they could not outrun the bear. Not being able to fight the urge, they looked back as the bear knocked down and killed Dean. They didn't stop. They couldn't pause to mourn their friend. Not at that moment, or they would face a similar fate. They climbed a large pine tree, large enough that the grizzly couldn't push it over.
That is exactly what the bear attempted to do first. He growled loud enough to be heard two states over it seemed. The grizzly pushed and pushed the tree as if attempting to shake down fruit for a meal, but the tree wouldn't topple. Looking up at both of them, fifteen feet or so out of his grasp, the bear let loose another loud growl. Finally, he walked away, stomping as a spoiled kid would who hadn't gotten their way. And then he was gone.
For the first twenty minutes in the tree after their tormentor left the men couldn't speak. The shock from the situation had rendered them mute. They breathed hard as if they had just finished a marathon, but they did not utter a sound. There they sat on their respective branches, holding tight to the tree that saved their lives.
"What the hell!", Jason whispered after a while. "Wha...",
"Did you see where he came from? I sure as hell didn't", Daniel said.
The men sat in silence for about thirty minutes more. They sat and thought about their two friends, but neither could speak of them to the other. They just sat, silently scanning the forest for the bear that they knew was out there waiting for them.
After an hour in the tree, the two men figured the grizzly was gone. Jason began climbing down first. He was on a higher branch than Daniel, but Daniel wasn't moving or even looking at him. Jason wondered if his friend wasn't looking at him because following the bear had been his idea. Daniel didn't even want to do it, but he didn't want to look bad in front of his friends, so he went along with it. He had gotten two of his best friends killed and he felt horrible about it.
"The dumbest idea in the HISTORY of dumb ideas", Jason mumbled as he wiped some sap that he'd put his hand into onto his Wranglers. It was only after Jason passed his friend's perch that Daniel began to maneuver his body so that he could climb down as well.
Jason was the first one to touch the ground, while Daniel was about fifteen feet up. Just as Daniel got to about ten feet off the ground and Jason stood below looking around and brushing himself off, the grizzly, laying in wait for them, comes from the left and tackles Jason while Daniel looks on in horror.
Jason lay on his back feebly attempting to push the bear away as he is slung back and forth by the left thigh. He yelled at the top of his lungs and beat the bear in the head with his fists. The bear hardly seemed to notice as it now bit into the man's stomach. The yelling then turned to a high-pitched scream. That sound difference seemed to spark a bit of annoyance in the bear and it stepped back two feet, seemingly about to leave. The hesitance in the animal caused Jason to quiet a little. In a flash the bear rushes forward and with a swat of its left front paw slapped the young man across his face, silencing him forever.
Frozen, after watching yet another of his friends brutally mauled, he forgets to climb further up in the tree, and the grizzly, after killing Jason, comes for him, narrowly missing his leg as he scrambled up the tree returning to his perch about thirty feet up, far out of the reach of the bear.
The grizzly sat underneath that pine babysitting its kill until just before sunset. Every now and then it would crunch one of the bones, but he didn't seem to be eating, just...gnawing. Nearing sunset, the bear wandered away as if was bored of the whole ordeal. It didn't even stomp or sulk away as it did before; it simply left and walked into the woods.
Minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to more than a day and Daniel sat there. Seeing his friends getting killed in front of him, by a grizzly, was tough to take. The man was petrified. Thinking about how the bear hid for over an hour and waited for his friend to leave the safety of the tree he was even more frightened. He couldn't stay in the tree forever, but he was willing to if it meant not being eaten.
After being in the tree for more than a day, he decided to try once more. Leaving his perch more than 25 feet above the ground, he began climbing down. When he got to about eight feet, the forest quieted and he could hear breathing. He looked to his right and about 30 feet away the bear was still there. Just waiting for him to jump down thinking he was safe, that he'd gotten away.
The young man saw this and returned to his 30-foot perch, totally resigned to dying in this tree because the alternative of getting mauled to death by a grizzly, a fate that he had seen his three friends suffer was too much for him.
Over the next two days he had tried to listen for the bear and heard nothing. He hadn't even heard the heavy breathing that he had heard before he was about to climb down after the first day, but that didn't mean anything. He couldn't hear much over his heart beating in his ears anyway. He was exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and terrified at the same time. He knew the grizzly was waiting for him. He could feel it. He remembered Jason climbing out of the tree moments before he did only to be killed by the clever bear hiding not too far from their tree.
On the third day he couldn't take any more. Trying to remember the direction that they came was all he could think about over the two days since he'd seen the bear last. When he finally decided that the truck he and his friends had come in was east of the tree, he climbed down to about ten feet and dropped. He hit the ground running and didn't stop. His heart was beating, wind tearing at his face, and his lungs burned from the pain of swallowing air too fast, but the fear of being eaten alive far outweighed the pain he felt in the rest of his body. He quieted that pain with a safety over matter mindset as he ran, and ran and ran.
Unable to find where the pick-up was parked, he'd realized while running that it didn't matter. Jason had the keys, anyway, and he would have been locked out. There was no way he was going back to check his dead friend's body for the keys to a truck, even if that was his only way of getting out of the hell that had been the last three days.
Still running at full speed, he spotted an older couple in a Winnebago. Running past the woman who nearly jumped out of her skin, he stopped in front of the older man and blubbered something unintelligible. The man, noticing the tension didn't panic at all. "Calm down, son. Calm down."
"No...no. Not...out...In...the trailer," was all that Daniel could muster as his breath was still a long way from catching up with him. The older man, seeing the urgency in Daniel's face, took him into the Winnebago.
Inside the trailer, he told the couple the horrific story of the past few days. He told them in detail what he had survived. They understood why he didn't want to talk outside of the trailer almost immediately. After hearing the story, the couple decided it best to cut their camping trip short. These woods didn't seem as safe anymore as they had in the brochure. They didn't even bother to collect their tent, though the old man did go outside to gather the camping supplies.
As the old man did so, his wife sat glued to the window, looking out for a ravenous bear that she prayed could never come and take her husband.
With the tent still standing, the engine of the Winnebago rumbled to life and the three of them were on their way. They stopped at a Ranger Station a few miles up the road. Evelyn, the old woman, chose to wait in the backroom as Daniel recanted his story to the two Park Rangers. Her husband, Richard, sat with the young man, but she couldn't bear to hear this story about the gruesome death of three young men at the hands of a grizzly again.
As Daniel retold his story, the Park Rangers held on to every gory detail. This young man was lucky to be alive. After calling emergency services for him for dehydration and exhaustion, they called in to their chief and closed the west area of the park and began searching for the bear that was responsible for killing three men in one of the worst disasters that either of them had seen in all of their years. Though the search was extensive, they never did find the bear responsible for the gruesome deaths of the three men. Campers are encouraged to stay aware and vigilant as a killer grizzly bear is still on the loose somewhere in Yellowstone National Park.
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Nah, just kidding. I wrote this. I was bored and got inspired on a Saturday afternoon before football came on. I hope you all enjoyed. Gordon Oscar Whitten is just a play on God Of Wine.
The Grizzly - By Gordon Oscar Whitten
Jason Manning, Dean Winstead, Jared Greene, and Daniel Harding had planned to go out to Yellowstone National Park from Wisconsin on a camping trip at the Madison Campground. They had no idea that this would be the last trip they would ever take together.
This trip had been in the works for months to go out camping in mid-September during a week when their alma mater the Wisconsin Badgers weren't playing on Saturday. They all took off of work for a week, piling in to Dean's green Dodge Ram Super Cab loading their gear into the bed of the truck and set out at four in the morning on Highway 90 West from Sparta. They'd all decided before the trip that they would wear blue jeans and camouflage tops or jackets. No one objected. It would be corny, but cool, they all thought.
It was almost a twenty hour trip and they talked about a lot of subjects on the way from women, to movies, to beer. Jared had just gotten engaged and the guys all gave him crap about whether Jenny had given him permission to go and they all laughed. Jared laughed with a little less enthusiasm than his friends because he did ask Jenny's permission. The guys didn't pick up on him not totally sharing their level of fervor. Maybe because they all knew it was true. For entertainment, Dean brought his Brad Paisley Collection MP3 CD which had every song they liked from one of their favorite country artists. They basically put the CD on random and turned it up or down depending on the song playing and the conversation.
When they stopped for gas and snacks in Sioux Falls, Jason, since he had driven the first leg bought two six-packs of Miller Lite. They didn't bring any beer with them because they knew that they would get started too early and everybody would be toasted but the driver, and nobody was going to drive twenty hours straight. Dean took over for Jason to drive the rest of the way there and Jared and Daniel would drive back home.
After two beers, Jason began talking about what they would do if they saw a bear. "Hey, Boo Boo. How about a pickinic basket," he said in his best Yogi Bear voice. They all laughed heartily. "If I see one, I'm going to follow it. See where it goes," Jason chimed in. They kept on laughing.
With the two in the back getting as drunk as a few beers could get them, the passenger was only allowed one, just in case he had to take over for the driver. That was their rule since college. It was common knowledge now; the passenger didn't even fight it anymore at this point. For the second leg, the passenger was Jared and he wasn't much of a drinker anyway. After getting a little alcohol in them, Jason and Daniel went to sleep in the back. Dean characteristically wasn't too much of a talker while he drove so Jared just stayed awake and listened to music, making sure to stay awake and look over periodically to check to see if Dean stayed up as well. He didn't want to die in a fiery car accident.
When they arrived at the Madison Campground area near the west entrance they finished what was left of the registration and went to their designated area. Jason and Daniel unpacked the gear, while Jared and Dean set up the tents. After setting up the tents, they caught a couple of Z's. Since they'd stayed up most of the trip, nobody complained. Before he went to sleep, Dean asked Jason to wake them up around noon so they could explore.
Around noon the guys got up and packed a pocket full of beef jerky and set out to explore the park. Dean took the lead because he had a compass on his watch. They looked at all of the wildlife, the birds, squirrels, and even a herd of bison. After about three hours walking, Jason tugged on Dean's camouflage jacket and put a finger to his lips.
He pointed east and the rest of the guys strained their eyes to see what he was pointing at. About an eighth of a mile due east, a large male grizzly was foraging for berries or something. He wasn't too interested in eating, and seemed to be just wandering around.
"Let's follow it," Jason said.
The rest of the group had looks of doubt in their eyes, and Jason pounced since their eyes didn't have the obvious look of "no way, Jose".
"Come on. Don't be a bunch of punks. I talked about this in the car."
"We didn't think you were serious," Dean interjected. "We just thought it was the alcohol talking."
“What other chance are we going to have to do this? We'll stay a good distance behind. It won't be dangerous at all because he won't even know we are even here. Promise. We'll all joke about all of this years from now and have a laugh. It will be great!"
Jason was convincing, but that was his job, and they fell right into it. He was an agent for professional athletes and he was very adept at convincing college athletes why they should have him as an agent as opposed to someone else. This time, like many of the rest, he got these guys hook, line, and sinker. Since they didn't want to look soft, they went ahead with Jason's plan to follow the grizzly.
Jason borrowed Dean's compass and took point, following about an eighth of a mile behind the bear. He was right. The animal didn't even notice they were following him. It was like they were on one of those shows on National Geographic. It was better than Jason told them.
After about half a mile, the bear began walking a little faster and the guys had difficulty keeping up. They lost him for a moment. Then, Jared regained sight of him, spotting the bear a quarter of a mile in front of them. After keeping pace for another quarter of a mile, they lost track of him for good. They thought that it was because they were lagging too far back, trying to stay unnoticed so they went about their business. They leaned up against a tree and talked of how they would tell all of their other friends how they tracked a grizzly in the woods of Yellowstone Park, and how it didn't look that dangerous or scary.
As they talked, the grizzly comes bursting out of the bush and mauled Jared, killing him on the spot, using its four inch claws to rip him to pieces. The bear didn't growl first as it often did in the movies, standing up on its hind legs, giving the characters a chance to get away before giving chase. No, this bear just attacked, without warning or reason and as silent as a blink. The only growling came as it attacked, killing the young man as he and his friends spoke of how it looked no different than a big Wisconsin black bear, only a different color.
The three remaining guys ran, hoping their fallen friend would distract the bear and leave them be. They couldn't be more wrong.
The bear roared, leaving a heap of limp human remains. Much to the dismay of his friends, Jared didn't prove to be much of a distraction and the grizzly charged after them. Gaining fast with impressive speed for an animal weighing nearly half a ton, Dean attempted to confuse the animal by veering off to a path on the right. His idea may have very well saved the lives of Jason and Daniel, because the bear followed him, closing at such a speed it was as if the man wasn't running at all. The large mouth clamped down on the neck of the man after it used its front paws to push him down from behind, appearing to run up Dean's back. His scream was cut off immediately as if a switch was flipped.
The other two were smarter, knowing they could not outrun the bear. Not being able to fight the urge, they looked back as the bear knocked down and killed Dean. They didn't stop. They couldn't pause to mourn their friend. Not at that moment, or they would face a similar fate. They climbed a large pine tree, large enough that the grizzly couldn't push it over.
That is exactly what the bear attempted to do first. He growled loud enough to be heard two states over it seemed. The grizzly pushed and pushed the tree as if attempting to shake down fruit for a meal, but the tree wouldn't topple. Looking up at both of them, fifteen feet or so out of his grasp, the bear let loose another loud growl. Finally, he walked away, stomping as a spoiled kid would who hadn't gotten their way. And then he was gone.
For the first twenty minutes in the tree after their tormentor left the men couldn't speak. The shock from the situation had rendered them mute. They breathed hard as if they had just finished a marathon, but they did not utter a sound. There they sat on their respective branches, holding tight to the tree that saved their lives.
"What the hell!", Jason whispered after a while. "Wha...",
"Did you see where he came from? I sure as hell didn't", Daniel said.
The men sat in silence for about thirty minutes more. They sat and thought about their two friends, but neither could speak of them to the other. They just sat, silently scanning the forest for the bear that they knew was out there waiting for them.
After an hour in the tree, the two men figured the grizzly was gone. Jason began climbing down first. He was on a higher branch than Daniel, but Daniel wasn't moving or even looking at him. Jason wondered if his friend wasn't looking at him because following the bear had been his idea. Daniel didn't even want to do it, but he didn't want to look bad in front of his friends, so he went along with it. He had gotten two of his best friends killed and he felt horrible about it.
"The dumbest idea in the HISTORY of dumb ideas", Jason mumbled as he wiped some sap that he'd put his hand into onto his Wranglers. It was only after Jason passed his friend's perch that Daniel began to maneuver his body so that he could climb down as well.
Jason was the first one to touch the ground, while Daniel was about fifteen feet up. Just as Daniel got to about ten feet off the ground and Jason stood below looking around and brushing himself off, the grizzly, laying in wait for them, comes from the left and tackles Jason while Daniel looks on in horror.
Jason lay on his back feebly attempting to push the bear away as he is slung back and forth by the left thigh. He yelled at the top of his lungs and beat the bear in the head with his fists. The bear hardly seemed to notice as it now bit into the man's stomach. The yelling then turned to a high-pitched scream. That sound difference seemed to spark a bit of annoyance in the bear and it stepped back two feet, seemingly about to leave. The hesitance in the animal caused Jason to quiet a little. In a flash the bear rushes forward and with a swat of its left front paw slapped the young man across his face, silencing him forever.
Frozen, after watching yet another of his friends brutally mauled, he forgets to climb further up in the tree, and the grizzly, after killing Jason, comes for him, narrowly missing his leg as he scrambled up the tree returning to his perch about thirty feet up, far out of the reach of the bear.
The grizzly sat underneath that pine babysitting its kill until just before sunset. Every now and then it would crunch one of the bones, but he didn't seem to be eating, just...gnawing. Nearing sunset, the bear wandered away as if was bored of the whole ordeal. It didn't even stomp or sulk away as it did before; it simply left and walked into the woods.
Minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to more than a day and Daniel sat there. Seeing his friends getting killed in front of him, by a grizzly, was tough to take. The man was petrified. Thinking about how the bear hid for over an hour and waited for his friend to leave the safety of the tree he was even more frightened. He couldn't stay in the tree forever, but he was willing to if it meant not being eaten.
After being in the tree for more than a day, he decided to try once more. Leaving his perch more than 25 feet above the ground, he began climbing down. When he got to about eight feet, the forest quieted and he could hear breathing. He looked to his right and about 30 feet away the bear was still there. Just waiting for him to jump down thinking he was safe, that he'd gotten away.
The young man saw this and returned to his 30-foot perch, totally resigned to dying in this tree because the alternative of getting mauled to death by a grizzly, a fate that he had seen his three friends suffer was too much for him.
Over the next two days he had tried to listen for the bear and heard nothing. He hadn't even heard the heavy breathing that he had heard before he was about to climb down after the first day, but that didn't mean anything. He couldn't hear much over his heart beating in his ears anyway. He was exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and terrified at the same time. He knew the grizzly was waiting for him. He could feel it. He remembered Jason climbing out of the tree moments before he did only to be killed by the clever bear hiding not too far from their tree.
On the third day he couldn't take any more. Trying to remember the direction that they came was all he could think about over the two days since he'd seen the bear last. When he finally decided that the truck he and his friends had come in was east of the tree, he climbed down to about ten feet and dropped. He hit the ground running and didn't stop. His heart was beating, wind tearing at his face, and his lungs burned from the pain of swallowing air too fast, but the fear of being eaten alive far outweighed the pain he felt in the rest of his body. He quieted that pain with a safety over matter mindset as he ran, and ran and ran.
Unable to find where the pick-up was parked, he'd realized while running that it didn't matter. Jason had the keys, anyway, and he would have been locked out. There was no way he was going back to check his dead friend's body for the keys to a truck, even if that was his only way of getting out of the hell that had been the last three days.
Still running at full speed, he spotted an older couple in a Winnebago. Running past the woman who nearly jumped out of her skin, he stopped in front of the older man and blubbered something unintelligible. The man, noticing the tension didn't panic at all. "Calm down, son. Calm down."
"No...no. Not...out...In...the trailer," was all that Daniel could muster as his breath was still a long way from catching up with him. The older man, seeing the urgency in Daniel's face, took him into the Winnebago.
Inside the trailer, he told the couple the horrific story of the past few days. He told them in detail what he had survived. They understood why he didn't want to talk outside of the trailer almost immediately. After hearing the story, the couple decided it best to cut their camping trip short. These woods didn't seem as safe anymore as they had in the brochure. They didn't even bother to collect their tent, though the old man did go outside to gather the camping supplies.
As the old man did so, his wife sat glued to the window, looking out for a ravenous bear that she prayed could never come and take her husband.
With the tent still standing, the engine of the Winnebago rumbled to life and the three of them were on their way. They stopped at a Ranger Station a few miles up the road. Evelyn, the old woman, chose to wait in the backroom as Daniel recanted his story to the two Park Rangers. Her husband, Richard, sat with the young man, but she couldn't bear to hear this story about the gruesome death of three young men at the hands of a grizzly again.
As Daniel retold his story, the Park Rangers held on to every gory detail. This young man was lucky to be alive. After calling emergency services for him for dehydration and exhaustion, they called in to their chief and closed the west area of the park and began searching for the bear that was responsible for killing three men in one of the worst disasters that either of them had seen in all of their years. Though the search was extensive, they never did find the bear responsible for the gruesome deaths of the three men. Campers are encouraged to stay aware and vigilant as a killer grizzly bear is still on the loose somewhere in Yellowstone National Park.
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Nah, just kidding. I wrote this. I was bored and got inspired on a Saturday afternoon before football came on. I hope you all enjoyed. Gordon Oscar Whitten is just a play on God Of Wine.
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at the "4 guys decide to follow the bear"
at the end when I read you made it up. But you kept my full attention, so good on you for that. Well written.
OMG!!! Choked on my beer! 
