First grizzly sighting

My dad and I bumped into a Grizz about 20 miles back in on the Beckler River in Yellowstone in 1997. He was preoccupied tearing up a rotted log at about 40 yards, and we went back the way we came towards camp. The rest of my scouting buddies told me I was white as a ghost when we got back to our camp not too far away. I do remember the adrenaline that had kicked in... A "rush" is one way to describe it. 😁
 
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