When I started working in wildlife, I worked with a guy whose name I can’t remember, but he told me a story I will never forget. He was walking through the woods in the winter and fell a couple of feet through the snow. A warm gust of stinky air wafted up from the hole. A second later, the ground under his feet began to move. Then the ground took hold of his leg, and instantly, he realized what had happened:
He’d fallen into a bear den and landed on a hibernating bear.
He doesn't remember how, but he managed to make it to his truck--which was a mile away. Not until he got into the truck did he realize he only had one boot.
