In 1987 I was working for an outfitter in MT. About 4 in the morning I had grabbed several halters to head out and gather the horses. The fog was hanging low but yoou could still see faint outlines as i headed out of camp. Figureing the horses were hanging in the meadow near the creek I headed that direction. I spotted the first outline in the dark and headed twards it. When I got approxamately 30 yards from what I thought was a horse feeding in the creek bottom i realized i wasnt hearing a bell, all our horses wore bells. I stopped and quickly changed directions twards the distant bell sounds probably 200 yards to my right.

After catching the horses getting them all saddled it was getting lighter so I headed back to the creek to see what I was previously attempting to halter in the dark. I wasnt that scared at the time but when I got to the creek an saw fresh grizzly tracks all up and down the bank my legs got a little weak.

Of course this gave all in the camp a great excuse to razz me about trying to halter a grizzly for the rest of the season.