What's scary is that that automatic "too busy hunting bears" blurb is actually true. I just finished skinning a Kodiak I stabbed to death in my backyard, his pelt is now draped over my shoulders and dripping blood on the keyboard. Grisly? Yes. Grizzly? Definitely not. Side note: is it bear hunting season and if so, do I need a permit of some sort? I guess I'll just leave that up to the bear Gods, Jezma and Captain Roar. Hi, I'm Nick, spelled with an invisible silent "J".
