Remus Tucker of the Remus Tucker Band: “I was living off-grid in the high Rockies, writing songs for the band’s second album. Early one morning, my two Labs started carrying on something fierce. I looked out the window and saw a 300-pound bear looking in. I started hollering, shooing the bear, but it got only twenty feet away before coming back.
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“Well, I had enough of that, and grabbed a large Bowie knife. I ran out of the cabin toward the bear. Since I’d just woken up, I was near naked, with my hair all wild and unkempt. To the poor bear, I must have looked like a crazed spirit from the darkest reaches of hell. The bear had a look of horror. It turned and ran away at full speed. As I walked back to the cabin, I realized there was a rifle, a pistol and other objects of mayhem at hand, but I foolishly only chose the knife. The moral: Think before you run, half naked, after a bigger bear than you, for even a true mountain man can become a snack.”
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