My buddy and I were hunting the North Slope and we decided to run into Deadhorse as I had never been there. When we got there we stopped at my companies station at the airport and talked with the guys. We decided to spend the night there instead of heading back to the tundra and snow.
I needed some gear, so walked out the door and made the "U" turn to the tailgate of the truck, let the tailgate down, and started digging. My buddy was following behind. Somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind, I heard noises, my buddy yelling my name and a "whoof". Both sounds were repeated several times.
I turned, and directly in front of me and advancing was a grizzly. At that point he was less than 20' away. My buddy was to my left and standing in the door way of the building about 15' to the side. The bear continued to "woof" and blow and walk toward me.
Lying inside the tailgate was a chrome 4-way lug wrench. I grabbed it, turned back toward the bear, started yelling and throwing my arms in the air. Say what you want about planning for an event like this, but it all goes out the window in a hurry. As the youngest of 4 kids, I figured out pretty quick in life that if somebody said "boo" and tried to grab me the best option was to fight. At that point, with a grizzly in front of me, I went to what I know, and that was fight mode.
My buddy continued to yell things at the bear, and got his attention. As the bears head swung to my left, I jumped up on the tailgate and the load in the open pick up truck. The bear turned back, and closed to 10'. I was thinking that at least I was taller than the bear. And I remember thinking, "look big", "be bigger than he is", "size matters". Does it make sense now? Maybe, maybe not. Again it is amazing how clear I can see it all now. I guess I should have gone underneath the truck, but my mindset was on a fight, not flight.
My buddy grabbed a rock, ok, a pebble, and threw it left handed at the bear. Later he told me the only thing he could think about was that he did not have his camera. Gee, thanks. He hit the bear about as hard as a 3 year old throwing a snowball, but it worked. The bear turned sideways to me, facing the "threat" hiding behind the 1/2 open door into the building.
I immediately saw the bears exposed rib cage, drew back the lug wrench, and let fly. BOOM!!!!! Solid hit! The bear turned and started to run.
Ok, you guys are going to have a hard time with this, but here it goes. I leaped toward the bear. The only thing I could think of was "he's running" and "grab the lug wrench". As I was airborne the bear turned. Whoops.
Not much a guy can do once his feet leaves mother earth. Oh crap, I'm about to be in deep kimchee.
The bear saw me in flight and decided that I just was not playing fair, the fun had ended, and threw his feet into 4th gear. About the time he accelerated away I hit the ground, grabbed the lug wrench, and went into full fledged pursuit. I know, I know. You don't have to say a word. What a dumbass.
He ran out of sight PDQ, and I was left standing in the middle of the parking lot with a smoking loaded crome lug wrench clenched in my fist. My buddy came out from behind his hiding spot, walked up to me, and to his credit, did not say a word. Then we both swore, laughed, swore, and laughed some more.
I think he was about 40' tall and 9,000lbs, Kurt thought a 2 year old and a wee bit lighter. For real I'd guess 3 years, 5 1/2" to 6', 250lbs or more. Standing on all 4 feet I'd put his back easily above my belt. He was in the open, and had no reason to corner me. I think he walked around a vehicle just as I turned my back toward the truck, hence the reason I did not see MR. Big and Furry standing there.
When people ask me if I go forth armed, here is my response:
My Glock is fine
my Ruger is grand
but if push comes to shove
place a lug wrench in my hand.