Watching 15+ grizzlies at the Inuvik dump was something else.
Later that day we were boating in the Mackenzie river and a big cow moose swam right past us as we were drifting. Poor old broad was so covered in bugs she could barely breath... Nostrils and face all full of mosquitoes.
When I was a kid I spent a few days with a trapper/outfitter in the Cariboo mountains. He was live trapping lynx and bobcat for some university researchers. There's nothing like sitting on the back of a sled inches from a couple cages filled with pure rage. Beautiful animals. Big paws on them.
I was visiting some friends in Beaverdell, and they set up a big Canadian Tire tent for me to sleep in in their yard. I didn't end up spending the night, and good thing because the next morning there was bear shit all over the yard and the tent had been gone through by Mr. Bear.
